My slight hiatus from the computer continues for yet another day, however Theresa Call was good enough to fill my void with something I'm also concerned with, child abuse up to the point of death. Make no mistake about it people if I'm not in their corner it doesn't make it in Bo Jack City. T.C. as I call her tackles this issue in the form of prose, why not?
This dear lady pulls no punches, you get it in the gut live and in your face. She's a proud member of the Bo Jack Train. To see more of her work, click below.
Theresa Call's profile at Triond
She writes on other sites but we'll get to that later. TC's own words below.....
I recently wrote an article about murderous moms in which I was not able to say just how truly disgusted the stories I read made me. This poem is my feelings when it comes to child abuse and child murders.
Who will protect the children
If it is not us?
What do you do, when it is the parent
that no one should trust?
If we do not protect the children,
then who the hell will?
Who’s to say that next time
the parent won’t kill?
The children are innocent
with hearts that know not of good and bad.
They should only have to think
about the fun to be had.
We as adults should protect the future
in which they are the key.
The responsibility is
up to you and me.
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