17/06/2026
Just four months is all it took
To close a tiny story book
In just four months childhood innocence lost
Sick gratification came at what cost?
A little boy, so small, so new
Darkness and evil is all that he knew
A thousand dreams not yet begun
All he wanted was to be someone’s son.
In four months a bond should have grown
An innocent boy finally finding his home
Yet in four months no sweet memories built
A young life destroyed by selfish guilt
They should have been there to wipe little tears
Instead they were the shadows behind all of his fears
A stolen smile, blue eyes so bright
Monsters kept that poor baby awake at night.
Just four short months is all he got
Spending days tormented inside his cot
In those four months he never knew kind
His soul protectors; the very worst of mankind.
In just four months, how many chances were missed?
In just four months, how many concerns dismissed?
In just four months, a baby had no choice but to be brave
In just four months, flowers were placed on his grave.
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