Extortion

Extortion

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False Impressions

Peacock fans feathers
Assuming authority
So far from the truth!

Substantially flawed
This mock display of grandeur
Belies neutral fact

For ego can’t match
The actual ugly facts
That are now exposed!

Despicable fool
Unable to hide his guilt
Despite full plumage

There’s Never Any Reason

There’s never any reason
To beat a little child
To smack them, whip them, hurt them
To leave them so defiled
By physical aggression
Or psychologically
To steal away their human right
To live a life that’s free
Of harm and exploitation
For each child has great worth
And each adult should protect them
Enhance their walk on earth
And pave a pathway forward
That’s full of love; that’s fair
That helps them prosper and grow up
To know somebody cares

In response to http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-33074734. If you have been affected by child abuse please get in touch with http://www.nspcc.org.uk 

Resurrection

I had a dream where grass was green

And sky was always blue

Where lambs frolicked in spring decked fields

And peace was all on view

I had a dream where love survived

The heartache and the pain

Where shackles of my broken bones

Released; threw off the chains

I had a dream that justice lived

With truth and honesty

Where bully and abuser left

And only good reigned free

And then I ‘woke’ all stiff and cold

With hole shot through my head

I realised I was in my grave

Beat blue and left for dead

Yet with the resurrection might 

Those dreams of better days

Will lift me up and take me on

Right out of his harm’s way 

Free Once Again

Let the brume of oppression

The dark clouds go back

To the tree that lies cast

In oiled waters so black

Where the hated and venom

Are carried away

In a flight to an island 

A long way away

And the atmosphere clears

So that peace once more reigns

As the heavens breathe out

To live free once again 

Justice (Or The Lack Of It)

Justice has a new face
A face that makes one cry
That stifles truth and honesty
And makes the children cry
That leaves them feeling empty
That starves them; leaves them cold
That takes the clothes right off their back
Deprives them not of gold
But of a faith in reason
That adults really care
For justice gives the answer it’s
A real cruel world out there
And that those who are in power
Allow dishonesty
By letting off the bad in life
To hurt them constantly

The current legal system in the UK is failing our children allowing perpetrators to slip through the net despite behaviours that add up to neglect and abuse.  With the loss of legal aid, the government has left thousands without access to fair access in the court system and without the power to untangle the mesh of red tape and bureaucracy in the current system and the lexicon of legal speak, the said perpetrators are getting off scot free, walking away with smug contempt to continue their abusive and neglectful behaviours!  This is evidently called reform! What a mess!

By https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Lonpicman [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

The Love Of Family

You’ll never earn a child’s respect
Through blackmailed bribery
You’ll never buy their devotion
Demanding that they see
You or indeed spend their time
In worshipping the ground
On which you walk; They can’t be bought
Nor will they e’er be found
Until you start to step up to
The mark; be honest too
And stop dangling a carrot for
Them to then follow you
Nor give them gifts or scare them from
Those whom you maybe hate
For children have autonomy
Their own pathways create
And only by your selfless heart
Will they then turn to you
And see your unconditional love
Be inspired by what you do
For they did not chose to be yours
They don’t elect to be
Tied up in your emotions nor
Your deep set jealousy
But they will love you to the end
They’ll love you; ask for nil
And you – well honour them for who
They are; Be constant still
And be the best that you can be
Embrace the truth and see
That you can’t buy and cannot sell
The love of family!

There are those in society nowadays that believe that children can be bought with rewards, bribes, demands – call it what you will.  There are those who subscribe to the doctrine of blame and blackmail to get their children to do their will.  There are those who coerce and believe that they can use all this to control children even starving them and taking away their basic provisions in order to stamp their authority like a brand on their own children.  The truth is children are their own person and have the right to autonomy and as they grow older they learn that others too have similar rights.  If we as adults don’t allow them to develop this and have their own voice, and respect them, then how are we ever to expect them to do likewise.  This isn’t about pampering to a child’s will but stepping up to the mark with responsibility and love.  This poem is dedicated to all those children who are forced to live the life of another and not their own, and our prayer goes out to them.  It is written from my heart to theirs.

Embracing Second Chance

Do you honestly think I’d trust you
After all you did to me
Do you think I’d take the time to walk
Over that old territory

Do you think I’d want to talk to you
To hold your hand again
To give a little more of me
Or friendship even feign

Do you think I’d go over old ground
Or stop to say hello
To brush under the carpet tiles
All history in one go

For what is done and what is said
Is etched in heart; in mind
So don’t expect me to forget
How you were so unkind

But know that I am so resolved
To turn my back on you
For all you were must dissipate
Be washed out in the blue

Or would that be the murky grey
The pit of wanton lies
Whatever, now I won’t return
And let the past just die

Take lessons learned and not digress
Be firm with foothold sure
To never let you seep back in
Be true to me once more

And then I’ll look to see the sun
Feel warmth against my face
And live life as it should be lived
A second chance embrace

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Mental Health (Haiku)

Then all locked away
Folk institutionalized
Lost forever more

Now the bars are gone
Yet still lives are held hostage
By social stigma

We call that progress!
Yet what is the difference?
Time for real change now!

Armand Gautier [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons