Twas on a black Thursday they were slain
The innocent children knew not the pain
Obedient to their mother they stayed
And missed the school they swayed
She ordered them to wash their feet
And then their hearts began to beat
She knotted their necks with a chain
What a mother, with a scratched brain!
Their bodies lay as white as snow
With no tomorrow and fame to show
Some parents’ violence is too much to bear
Yet some couples have no child to show care
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17 comments:
Its so unthinkable; how parents can be so cruel 2 their children.
hmmmmm
sad reminds mii of the lady that drowned her kids in texas
a scratched brain indeed
anybody who would abuse their own children obviously must have been abused themselves in some way
Love the prose, Lindwee.
You're always true to thought and form. I have a great appreciation for your poetry.
Thanks for sharing.
Terrible woman!
Is this a real story?
I loved the poem.
Terrible woman!
Is this a real story?
I loved the poem.
Dark. And lovely. I see you have your way with rhymes.
Dark. And lovely. I see you have your way with rhymes.
A poet,,how nice.I love it.
Wow! Where've you been hiding?
I like what I see. Will be back.
hi !
i just came across your blog...n i love it ! your poems are lovely !! keep it up !
Re: And how do u plan to find me?
@Y'all Some parents abuse their children more than strangers. Save the children please...
@Aloofar, You see...I found you on facebook...hehe..
God help us! I've heard so much news lately about fathers and mothers slaying their children? What in the world is going on???
The thought of death is enough torture for the soul but who can fathom the horror of dying by the hands of those you love?
Wake me up from this slumber called life!
Beautiful lines.
Hi.
wow, you really did capture that gothic incident
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