Some have brought to Britain the cold
From other continents and made it into gold
Some have been shattered into colours
And formed their own patterns
Some have taken wing
And gone back to the sun
Child Abuse There is a deafening pain in their silence
As the day limps by
And the night spoils the sky
While children are being abused
And they can't think why.
A Passing By Dangerously your blue green eyes
rocked me and drowned me
and set me adrift.