Abuse

While the stars glow bright,
A little one cries with all their might.
The kid’s skin shining green and blue,
You can only see these because they’re new.
There are older ones, only partly healed,
But these don’t show as clear because of a shield.

The skin being covered, clothed and laced,
But if looked for hard enough; what is seen cannot be erased.
And with it will bring nothing but shock,
Only to see the child putting up a block.
With arms doted and face covered,
And not a sound has been uttered.

But can it be stopped?
I think not.
For as much as we have laws
Have we really had a think and a pause?
If we do not see, how do we know?
For to these children, everyone is a foe.