Child Abuse rains down to kill
Innocence lost in pain and tears
childhood laughter heard no more
Scares carried for many years
Blood is splattered on walls of chipping paint
Little bone broken in abuse's wake
Open hearts of ignorance today
Stop this abuse for goodness sake
No one sees what goes on behind closed doors
Echoes of screams tell us when abusers come home
Terrified eyes pleading for help
Someone help little Jerome
I'm no martyr, but I can see
A life in pain and I can't let it be
I must stand against violence today
Or little Jerome will have to pay
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