The Story Of a Little Girl

This is a little old poem I once wrote in respect to all the child rape victims. I know its late to publish it, but i can't give up without trying.

The moon with its light ,

So pure and bright ,

Filled a little heart ,

With deep delight.

She looked out the window,

So its light she could bestow,

Then she pleaded to mother,

" Its 7 'o clock,

And the moon is out,

Can i please play a while,

On the streets which look so divine?".

Though doubtful , mother agreed,

And then the little bird was freed,

But no sooner had she begun,

Some dirty men came in a van,

The girl though suspected little,

Of how their hearts were brittle,

They snatched and threw away her poor doll,

And bound her with all,

She tried to shout,

But these pedophiles had covered her mouth.

What happened in the van was despicable,

Nothing could have been more disagreeable,

The wicked men raped her,

A the seven year old girl,

Who all but in the moonlight twirled,

What could that filth possibly mean to her?

Eventually they got bored,

And the now rag of a girl was ignored,

They deposited her body where they found her,

And her parents were left beyond horror.

Though hesitant at first,

They later decided t do what was just,

They filed a report in the minor rape,

And the criminals were caught without shape,

Though now they're in jail,

They will soon be released on bail,

And now the moon with its light,

So pure and bright,

Had turned into the little girl's fright,

She cried all day and night,

And little could be done to relieve her of her plight.

Author's Note

I know its a little rusty , I do appreciate grammar Nazis though but please don't give extremely negative reviews. Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Scarlett]

This is a really sad poem. I wish people could just see how wrong it is to rape other people. It sort of hurts me to know this happens alot and all around us. What can you do though? You can't be outside after dark for fear of this. I loved the dark as a child but when I heard stories like this I could never go outside again. You've done well in expressing all that in your poem. Even if the rapist gets caught, he's not even really punished. That scares me.
(By the way, I totally love your profile pic).