Echoes of screams in a silent room,
A fractured childhood, and the memories left behind.
A hand that should comfort, instead a fist that slams.
Leaving a child lost, a soul left in confusion and pain.

Empty bellies, a gnawing ache,
The hunger for food, shoes and clothing that covers as they should .
Lack and want, a constant sting,
A stolen childhood, a heart left in conflict.

A touch that should...