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[aid] => Mick
[title] => God Isn't On My Side
[time] => 2003-08-18 09:25:00
[hometext] => Be known by the footprints that you leave. Ancient Indian saying. Protect, nurture and love all children and you will be known by the footprints that you leave [bodytext] => She lay there in the alley, in the early hours of morn Body broken and twisted, clothes ragged and torn She moaned aloud when I moved her, eyes opening wide It goes to show she whispered, God isn't on my side. Within the city's shadows, in the early hours of morn She'd wandered the back alleys, alone and so forlorn The driving winds of winter, had chilled her to the bone But the broken heart carried within,made her feel like stone. A month ago she'd left behind, the crazy place called home Escaped the incestuous father,much safer on your own The mother in denial,whose screams she still could hear Get out you slut, don't come back, you're not welcome here. This child grew up in the belief, that kids are meant to be Nurtured and protected, loved unconditionally And when her parents failed to offer, love, dignity and hope She left her home took to the streets, hoping she would cope. And so it was I found her there in the chilly gray of dawn The needle lying at her side, told of her inner storm The medics cried and tried in vain, to give life a new lease But an angel was taking her home, to happiness and peace. Copyright 2003 Dallas R Weller (Fwog) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Fwog [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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