A toddler murdered by her asbo mum is in the news today.

Gunmetal Clouds

Gunmetal clouds
Flood my horizon,
Over the slated
Of old Hampstead.

The black-grey
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

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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-08-14 at 23:04

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