A toddler murdered by her asbo mum is in the news today.
Flood my horizon,
Over the slated
Roof-tops
Of old Hampstead.
The black-grey
Infinity,
A blanket of
London drizzle,
Draped over
The sodden houses,
And within,
A toddler murdered,
Another child knifed,
A mother desperately
Hacking at herself,
Urging the solace
Of death,
But instead finds
Infamy.
A long-lost husband,
Told his angel-child
Is now murdered
By her own mother.
Neighbours clamoured
And begged for help.
None came.
"She's perfectly sane"
They said,
And now
The baby's dead,
And only
She's to blame.
The baby's dead
And we are not
To blame.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2007-08-14 at 23:04
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Gunmetal Clouds
Gunmetal cloudsFlood my horizon,
Over the slated
Roof-tops
Of old Hampstead.
The black-grey
Infinity,
A blanket of
London drizzle,
Draped over
The sodden houses,
And within,
A toddler murdered,
Another child knifed,
A mother desperately
Hacking at herself,
Urging the solace
Of death,
But instead finds
Infamy.
A long-lost husband,
Told his angel-child
Is now murdered
By her own mother.
Neighbours clamoured
And begged for help.
None came.
"She's perfectly sane"
They said,
And now
The baby's dead,
And only
She's to blame.
The baby's dead
And we are not
To blame.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 566 times
Written on 2007-08-14 at 23:04
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