Steph's Poem

Here's my poem piece from today's class. 20th October 2009.

She saw your eyes,

Underneath the those tears you welled inside.

Why did she have to -

Cut up your perfect, little life.

I'm disgusted by all her lies,

She didn't do it just once, or twice,

She done it 100 times.

But not, 200.

She was clear of that, she mumbled that twice.

Over 100 lives destroyed and exposed,

Out on your, 'fun phone.'

What is fun, when a child is left,

confused and abused -

Left with your, messed up head.

You chose them because they were young,

You chose them because they were small.

Because they couldn't fight back,

Throw a fist, or push you against the wall.

You called it wrong and you called it vile,

Disgusting, Sick, and a little violent.

"The more photos I take, the more I get back..."

A sick cyber sex fling, that made a nation go mad.

The devil may smile, but you have sinned a sin,

Wearing a fake mask of kindness, as they taste fear upon their lips.

I fear for the world, and I fear for them,

I fear for you being set free to live again.

I hope you're caged, and not well fed,

I hope you starve of love and all good things said.

You've ruined too many beautiful lives.

You've left over 100 children with, a messed up head.

Steph x