kheru2006 (kheru2006) wrote,
kheru2006
kheru2006

Daddy......it hurts ~ Stop Child Abuse


Dear friends,

It hurts when you see this happen.

Edward Everett Hale says this "I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything but I can do something: And because I cannot do everything I will not refuse to do the something that I can do."

YOU CAN DO SOMETHING.
(Teachers, you are position to teach the young God's truth (kingdom values).
 Youth, you are position to be  positive influence to your peers on kingdom values.
 Parents, you are position to guide and train your children in kingdom values;
Leaders/Business/Career people you are position to  express kingdom values in the market place;)

 
Building better Kingdom people (that is YOU),
who build better families;
who build better nation
and then a better world.

The Kingdom of God is within us!
LET US express God's kingdom values daily that builds a better world.




My name is Chris,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen...
I cannot see.

 

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long
 

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
 

When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.
 

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar 
 

I hear him curse,
My name is called ,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
 

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.
 

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.
 

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.
 

He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.
 

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.
 


'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

 


The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end! 
 

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

 

My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
 

I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.

 


 


 At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!
 

This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity

 
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