by Rachael Webster

Created on: July 29, 2008

BROKEN.(For her babies).

Her babies are all dying
But they feel no hurt, no pain.
For they've died a thousand times before;
This is their life,
Who cares anyway?

They've been broken for a long time,
Their mum was shattered as a girl,
Her dirty hair and worn out clothes,
Life within a dark, cruel world.

She doesn't mean to do it; she's hurting,
It just 'happens' sometimes,
She always forgets to brush their hair,
But she loves them; deep inside.

Bruises kept a secret,
Sometimes they're too much to bear
But most times, they don't feel them,
Are we really all too busy?
To ask, to see, to care.

So who will save her babies?
Perhaps you or me.
Help give them a chance,
To smile, to laugh, be whole , be free.

I pray one day,
we won't just look,
But we will also see.

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