Sunday, September 26, 2010
Poems from the edge
My online buddy Strings, who's active in Bikers Against Child Abuse (BACA), has published several poems written by a victim of such abuse. You'll find them in two entries on his blog, here and here. They're pretty chilling, particularly the last one, which I'll reproduce here: but they tell a true story. This is what far too many young people have to go through. I've worked with some children who've been through this particular hell, and I can promise you, some of them never get over it. The scars run too deep.
What's even worse is to work as a prison chaplain, having to minister to the animals who commit such crimes, and restrain oneself from ripping their throats out in righteous fury at what they've done. Needless to say, they never (or almost never) admit culpability or responsibility. They're all about how the kids actually enjoyed it, and it was really, truly love, and people like me just don't understand . . . Some even try to legitimize their warped and twisted passions by setting up or supporting organizations such as NAMBLA.
As far as I'm concerned, Jesus' warning in Matthew 18:6 is as much as they have to hope for in the hereafter . . . and the sooner they get there to receive their promised reward, the better for the rest of us.
To illustrate the sickness and barbarity of such people, here's the poem "Every Night", by a victim. DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH OR CAN'T FACE REALITY. It will break you. If you think you can handle it, click here to read it.
I applaud Strings and his buddies for what they're doing to help, and I invite all of my readers to support their efforts, and get involved with this and similar efforts to help those who are too young to help themselves. At the very least, say a prayer tonight for those who are still trapped in this hell on earth.