Bruised eye
Broken nose
She asks God why
Because no one else knows

He was a gentleman at first
when they began dating
For better or worse
Then came the forbading

No more having fun
No more looking again
No more seeing family some
or chatting with friends

He stepped in the house
He came home tonight
The truth hit im like could water being doused
Something was not right

He knew she didn't leave
Her coat and boots were there
She left her pocketbook and key
Near the stairs

In a jealous rage
He made her no more
when she told him the house was a cage
and he asked her what was he fighting for

He went up stairs
to the childrens room
He knew it was empty and almost bare
it was painted baby blue

No more cookouts at the park
No more hugs
No more kisses in the dark
Or bedtime stories about bedbugs

He stared at the room that looked the same
His head began to whirl
He wasn't quite sane
when he killed his little boy and girl

The neighbors turned a blind eye
to what had happened there
they heard the screams and his lies
They turned there heads and preteneded not to care

They say he disappeared
after what happened here
But at night you hear whispers
and know they are still there

Thoughts for the day,,KEEP an eye on your neighbors kids and make sure they don't looked brused all the time or their mommy..
AND if they do,,,PLEASE, CALL SOMEONE DAMN IT AND BE HUMAN....

Great poem and thanks for sharing this story with us, because I knew of a man who done this to his two kids,,then himself ,,with a shotgun
at a river,,,and it and him were over-looked,,even stopping at his brothers to get his ammo....very,very sad,


Kids shouldn't be killed..by ANYONE!

heartbreaking

Whew, wow. Stories, movies, or poems like these make me want to protect women and children from such violence. I know I can't be God or Superman, but I can help who's around me.

Great poem, writer