The sky was grey as I stood on the hill
I smelt violence and I smelt kill.
The sounds of horror and terrified screaming,
The only place the sun’s not beaming.
A playground with swings, where no children play,
For in the graveyard most of them lay.
I see a drunk swaggering in that alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
Poor children living in violence
Horrifying homes filled with silence
Blood is splattered in on the streets.
On the ground a beaten child weeps
I heard children crying.
In the alley they are slowly dying
Blood sweeps on the floors of the alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
The sun won’t shine in this dismal place.
For life there is swift and a terrible race.
Living in the family, the father is drunk.
The mother takes drugs and all that junk.
The hospital is full of children bruised.
While most are at home, still being abused.
The shadows of death dance on the walls of the alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
The graveyard is full and there will be many more.
If the abused don’t stop, children being beaten and sore.
Rain pours down from all the tears.
That God cries for the children’s fears.
Defenseless children can not play.
For in their abusive homes they must stay.
I see a place of terror and a friendless alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley
For the beaten child, who cries in pain.
Whose tears run silent, like the rain.
For the child who doesn’t own a single toy.
For the mother won’t buy for the little boy.
I see a cry of help throughout the place.
And fear pouring from a child’s terrified face.
I see death and helplessness in that alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
Fearful child, without a sin.
Many have forgotten how to grin. Children suffer, knowingly bruised.
By parents who they themselves were abused.
Brutal anger on their mind.
Making them beat any child they can find.
Another child buried in that alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
The abuse increasing day by day.
The Valley is full of pain, the sky still grey.
In a corner, a child I find.
Abuse and horror still haunts her mind.
Seventy percent of children are abused each day.
The parents get upset and the children pay.
Horrified children and a grieving alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
Some time ago this abuse was identified.
Since then many a child has died.
Blood in the alley and a child in pain.
Somehow this world has gone insane.
No one will prevent the abuse.
No one deserves this, there is no excuse.
Life slowly fades in that alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
The pain and suffering has got out of hand.
Many poor children can not stand.
Some in a wheelchair, some in a cast.
Most just trying to forget the past.
Some don’t know how love would feel.
Some scarred so deep it will never heal.
Screaming and yelling throughout the alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
One of the many stories is sad.
The mother got so mad.
The children couldn’t tie their laces.
Fear poured out from their terrified faces.
The mother beat them until the blood ran free.
I’m just glad this very happened to me.
Those children died in that alley.
And the ambulance is down in the Valley.
To think of the problems the world must face.
So please stop the abuse in this terrible place.
The poor children may never see.
What a wonderful place this world can be.
What I’m saying is think of their pain.
Then think of your own and do not complain.
Unless you have your own visions of that alley.
Because sadly, that ambulance is still down in that Valley.
~*~Please vote. I didn't write this poem. I changed bits and pieces but it's not originally my work~*~
