A Silent Cry
poem by:
Cecilia Crasto
Written
on Jul 06, 2016
Alone and in pain she whispered your name Help me dear Jesus but no one came Robbed of her innocence a child in despair Crying out in vain for someone to care. They did what they did because they could Evil men cloaked in the guise of priesthood They told her that she was the one to blame A young child made to feel guilt and shame. Choosing their victims the young and the weak Like the lion sets out the deer to seek She can't move forward she's trapped in her past She'll carry the pain till she breathes her last. Seek out the men who caused her this grief Bring them to justice as you would a thief This heinous crime must continue no more The evil that lurks behind a closed door. A baby bird flutters and falls from it's nest Beneath the tree a cat lies at rest Predators and victims there will always be Like the wee bird she fell from the tree! A tribute to all the young people who have suffered and continue to suffer at the hands of the clergy.
Tags: sad, pain, dark, imagery,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Very power full words to your poem.
True there are those who use there position for there own gains.
They I'll not escape justice from God.Well written.
Tony Anderson
commented:
Awesome write
Sun Chaser
commented:
Beautiful and full of pain. It's not easy to rhyme and keep the feelings there,the right word is important,but this was done well. Coupled with a true "Evil" that lurks in this dark world.
Geoffrey Brewer
commented:
Extraordinary poem clearly and powerfully exposing an evil. It is shocking that wicket people have been able to penetrate all of the major religions of the world, but seems to be a pattern in human life.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
I felt the pain in those words........your pain?.....
Ashok Pokharel
commented:
It is really a brilliant piece of work. So simple and beautiful. The heading is captivating. Overall it is lovely.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thanks to everyone who commented, this poem was read two years ago on a radio station in Sydney and the announcer said that he felt my pain but,no it wasn't my pain, if I'd been a victim I don't think I could have written about it. Many are still embarrassed to speak up and I hope they know that we feel their pain, if that is possible!
A previous user
commented:
Wow! Such a violation by those who use god as a mask to practice their deviant behavior. So sad. Very good poem
Paris Marceau
commented:
Very strong emotions felt here, good ryhmming too.
Nicho Mose
commented:
Excellent! Keep spreading the word.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
I'm so glad it wasn't personal.......but I think it is therapeutic to write down, and share ones painful events in life.......really powerful poem Cecilia...it moved me to tears......
