The stories are horrid and still so many untold

Leave an indelible stamp that will never grow old

The victims condemned and alone in their plight

To wrestle their demons almost every night

They try anything to forget what’s been done

From numbing their senses or just simply to run

As fast and as far but alas who the hell knew

The shame, hurt, the haunting is there, inside you

To add to the insult they’ll occasionally see

A newspaper article or show on TV

With those compounding denials of all that is fact

It‘s torment and torture that brings everything back

The perpetrators sit there in an ivory tower

Feeling no ounce of regret for their abuse of power

Living high on the hog and drinking fine wine

What God do they worship, no resemblance to mine

The night that for others offer rest and respite

Is the memory of darkness, things that ain’t right

Injustice the constant as many victims remain

In a life sentence of struggle and enduring pain

And the righteous hypocrisy reigns unperturbed

It leaves the victims distressed and deeply disturbed

For years no one listened to all but a few

How would you feel if this had happened to you

John Mason 22/05/20