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Through the Cracks

 

She has fallen through the cracks,

of the system that just lacks,

that human touch and eyes that really see

While she suffered all the bruises
And the worst kind of abuses,

Those that could, and those that should,

Just let it be.

 

“Well, it’s not our fault you know”

 

“We’re understaffed and we must toe, the

system rules that we get from above”

 

“And although that we admit, that we

knew of all of it, her parents said it

was their way of showing love”

 

“We have learned lessons from this case,

now new rules are put in place, to ensure

that this can’t happen anymore”

 

But we all know that this is shit,

they’re just painting over it

with a whitewash that we have seen before.

 

She has fallen through the cracks

‘cos no one listened to the facts

and saw the scaring on her flesh

and in her eyes.

 

Now as words are drowned by silence

And our outrage has been calmed,

Someone else slips through the cracks

With silent cries.

 

 

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Pete

Tue 12th Feb 2013 10:05

Thank you guys for all of your kind words and encouragement. They really do mean a lot to me.
As writers, we all spend a lot of time in emotional isolation with our words; and when we finally release them, we hope that they will fly in the minds of others.
Thank you again with all of my heart.
Pete

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Yvonne Brunton

Mon 11th Feb 2013 20:41

Well written and well read.You have created a great rhythymic cadence to this and it flows along effortlessly I loved the last line XX

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John Coopey

Mon 11th Feb 2013 20:35

Whoa, Pete!
Powerful and brilliantly managed.
They say you can't write stuff with weight in structured form and with rhyme.
(I bet no-one will say it here!)

tony sheridan

Mon 11th Feb 2013 19:37

What can I say Pete? Well done! Take care, Tony.

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Ian Whiteley

Mon 11th Feb 2013 19:25

Pete
fantastic piece. I liked it when I read it, but hearing it in your dulcet tones added a world weary lilt to the hopelessness of the situation that was certainly enhanced from simply reading the words.
Great stuff
Ian

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