Little Jimmy
Little Jimmy is six years old
And spends his life doing what he’s told
Despite this, he has no life
Just abused, a life full of strife
All he wants is a little love to come his way
But for what he gets, he has to pay
His mother beats him with a stick
Thrashes him until he is sick
He fell over and banged himself she says
And tells social workers about his wicked ways
So as to get sympathy for her alone
She even hits him with the phone
It’s in the cupboard under the stairs for you
After she has beaten him black and blue
He hates the cupboard because it’s dark
It’s cruelty that leaves no mark
It’s the mental torture he has to endure
Every day and more for sure
If he does not reach seven who will care
He thinks, no one cares, who will miss him if he’s not there
His father’s as bad but uses a belt
And on his back, he has a welt
Left there from the previous nights beating
As in a corner he was left bleeding and bleating
Sobbing tears, so all alone
He wonders if he will ever be full-grown
How much longer can he take?
This life so cruel and no mistake
He need not have worried he soon knew his fate
As one night his parents came home late
After leaving him locked in his dingy room
With no light on in the dark and gloom
Both were drunk had a few to many that night
And went into a rage when they switched on the light
They saw what nature had made him do to himself
And they beat him senseless with a shelf
Neighbours heard the pitiful screams
It woke them from their peaceful dreams
Someone called the Police, who soon arrived
But it was soon to obvious that Jimmy had not survived
As his life had ebbed away
All his spirit could think of as they took his body away
Was, why me what had he done wrong
To deserve this fate, destiny had it right all along
Social Workers, family and definitely his father and mother
All to blame in one way or another
No one heard his cries for help it seems
Those piercing, blood curdling, desperate screams
How many more Jimmy’s have to die
Before someone starts to ask why
Our system fails so many children in this plight
Despite the failures’, never give up the fight
Jimmy’s parents now in prison where they deserve to be
It’s a Childs right to live life free
From abuse of any kind
To those looking on it is a state of mind
So when you hear that dreadful noise, so heartbreaking
Another Jimmy his soul someone is taking
Pick up the phone, ignore the risk to yourself
Just remember that another parent could be using a shelf
With Jimmy gone and his parents behind bars
We should ask what is wrong with this world of ours
That these dreadful situations still exist
Carefully hidden in everyday mist
Maria
Maria is from Croatia a far distant place
How she arrived here is such a disgrace
Dragged away from her family at only eighteen
With a promise of a life she had never seen
Coming to a position that would pay well
And keep her in clothes and send money home as well
So as to help her parents who were quite poor
And the money she would send would help them more
Put on a plane and arrived in the dark
Taken to a house that was quite stark
Raped and abused by many men
Never thought she would see home again
Made to work as a prostitute twenty-four seven
In dark and dingy rooms taking money she was given
Many a beating she had to take
Otherwise, her body would end up in a lake
Her body now battered her private parts torn
No longer had need of the dress she had worn
So often used didn’t know the time of day
I wish I were dead was all she would say
Sold on three times for a few thousand pounds
To further deprivation as bad as it sounds
The treatment the same, more rape more abuse
Forced to work in massage parlours, what was the use
Frightened and lonely and at her wits end
She was lucky that one client became her friend
He arranged her escape, helped her to flee
But she still never knew how safe she would be
He got her to a safe house, many miles away
Now hounded by police who wanted help in any way
To stop those responsible, close their evil trade down
And make the streets safe in the city and town
Maria was lucky in the end she was saved
But would always be wary, alone and afraid
She could no longer trust anyone she would ever meet
Always apprehensive when out in the street
The Rapes and the Beatings her body abused
Deeply disturbed though not alone still confused
How anyone can survive such an horrific ordeal
The pain and the suffering is hard to conceal
She grew up as a young girl full of laughter and fun
Despite being poor, her life had begun
So these promises of a better life were welcome for sure
To help her poor parents, to give them more
Her illusions shattered, what’s left for her now
She has to learn to cope with the pain somehow
But someday she will meet that special man
Who will truly love her and help her all he can
Not all men are as evil as those who abused
Her trust and naivety for which she was used
What hurts her the most is her inner feeling,
Her body’s no longer her own, it will take time healing
The thought of someone being sold, used and abused
Is against all humanity, leaves one aghast and confused
How could countries let this happen, why no deterrent
The anger it raises, makes one incoherent
Something must be done to stop this evil trade
So people must be made aware, not kept in the shade
Maria had rights, which were just ripped away
But at least with help she lives to fight another day
So don’t bury your head in the sand
Raise up your voice and give Maria a hand
To raise awareness of this evil trade
Of selling young girl’s bodies and the money that’s made
No thought for the minds and souls that have been taken
Leaving bodies mangled, abused minds disturbed and shaken
Just remember it could be your very own daughter
So don’t wash it under the bridge of life, just like flowing water