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Insightful Poems

‘Stolen Lives’ By Anne White

“The Parent is too slow, and, needless to say,
obviously can’t cope” the professionals say.
“With a low IQ, there’s nothing more we can do,
but to consider the children, and take them away!”


Ignoring the damage wrought by this heartless act
and claiming a child’s future is what they’re aiming at,
they tear a child from their mothers arms,
breaking hearts without any qualms
under a cloak of false pride and shame
they fault families, thus causing unspeakable pain.


Social justice has lost its way
No thought now for the child once happy at play
Snatched children dazed and shocked look all around
But mum and dad are nowhere to be found!

Their eyes filled with tears,
Feeling frightened, alone,

Carried off by strangers they’ve never known!

A far cry from “Britannia rules the waves”
When decent families were given due honour and praise
Then Social Justice did rule the day
Now the public have got no say!


A conspiracy of silence overtakes the past
Truth withheld, snatched quickly from our grasp
Courts undercover – hidden from public view
Where others decide a child’s future – without me and you.


If history teaches the evils of social discrimination,
What have we learnt in our own generation?
But still professionals abuse their power, shattering family lives
With no thought to mothers, children, husbands and their wives
a disturbing reminder of Hitler’s day
when those regarded less than Perfect

... were cruelly put away

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The poems below are written by ordinary parents - coping with professional abuse by the authorities, because of false allegations.

The Falsely Accused
By a young prisoner

While your family at Christmas rejoices
And revels at presents unwrapped,
Lend an ear to the hundreds of voices
Of the innocents who have been trapped.

Spare a thought for the wrongly convicted
Spare a thought for the falsely accused,
On whom so much pain is inflicted
Tormented, bewildered and confused.


While you're laughing and partying gaily,
While you watch the good season unfold,
Say a prayer for those who pay daily
In pain for the lies that were told.


All the great legal safeguards have missed ‘em,
All the justice for which Law was built
Is destroyed in the hands of the system
That works from presumption to guilt.

In vain can you hope for a fair trial
And hopelessly innocence state,
They’ll just tell you that you’re in “denial”
And use that to fuel their hate.


It won’t matter how good your proof is,
They’ll accuse you of motives occult;
They don’t want to know what the truth is,
They’ll plump for the cushy ‘result’.


If you will not believe what I’m saying,
And you have to have proof that it’s true,
Then you give me good reason for praying
That the same thing will happen to you.


If you think that I’m anguished and bitter,
And my tale has left you confused,
Just pause for a while, and then consider
The plight of the falsely accused.


From a Prison Cell
Older prisoner (2001)

Is this the place where spirit dies?
Where we are sent because of lies?
Oh! Who can i my troublles tell?
The other inmates here in hell.

Tell me now for I must know,
Is it only God, who loves us so?
Your family are the ones who care.
‘yours’ the shame they have to bear.

The ‘friends’ you had don’t want to know
their answer is “he’s inside –“ so!!!?
Answer now for it’s a must.
“Is it only God I can trust?”

Your dignity and all your pride
forget them, when you come inside.
The family that you love so well
are going through a far worse hell.

Tell me now, for i must know
Is there a God who loves us so?
Your ‘time inside’ will soon be done.
Reunion with your loved ones come.

Make up for all the time’s you’ve lost
But don’t forget the greatest cost.
While you’ve been resting here inside
God's been standing at your side.
 
The answer now it is a must
God and your family you can trust.

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Staying the Course
By BJ Gallagher

Our journey of life is about progress, not perfection.

It's not about doing one thing 100% better -
it's a matter of doing 100 things,
1% better each day.

Progress is evolutionary
not revolutionary,
and most days we measure our progress
in inches,
not miles.

What matters most
is showing up for your life
whether you feel like it
or not.

Ask yourself,
"What two or three little things
can I do today
that would move me forward?"

You'll be amazed 
at how much distance
you can cover
by taking it in increments.

The little things add up;
the inches turn to miles;
and we string together our efforts
like so many pearls.
Before long,
look what you have -
a whole strand!

Ah... beautiful.

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PAULA'S POEM

I NOW UNDERSTAND THIS FALSE JUSTICE,
ITS SUCH A MASSIVE ENTERPRISE.
WE MUST GATHER THE TROOPS OF TRUTH NOW,
PUT SMILES BACK IN OUR CHILDREN'S EYES....

TO PLAY, TICKLE AND LAUGH WITH ONE'S OWN CHILD WITHOUT FEAR,
ARNT WE PARENTS ? DONT WE WANT OUR CHILDREN NEAR ?
MEDIA INDUCED FEAR - WITH A SUBLIMINAL INJECTION,
DRONES LIVE IN FEAR SEEKING MORE CHILD PROTECTION.

THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS THERE FOR OUR EYES,
THIS HYPE IS UNBALANCED, FEEDING SO MANY LIES.
THE BIGGEST ABUSER OF CHILDREN IS OUR VERY OWN STATE,
2007 SAW 1OO KIDS AT DEATHS GATE.

THIS FAR OUTWEIGHS CHILD DEATHS OUT OF CARE,
IF IT'S PROOF THAT YOU WANT RESEARCH AND COMPARE.
SO MANY CHILDREN SUFFER, SO MUCH TRAUMA INFLICTED,
RIPPED AWAY FROM THEIR PARENTS, THEIR FUTURE'S PREDICTED.
EUGENICS, CORRUPT MEDICS, DISHING PILLS TO DUMB DOWN,
EDUCATION FAILING THOUSANDS NOW BIG BROTHERS AROUND.


I'D LOVE TO SEE THE SO-CALLED "PROFESSIONALS",
JUDGES, SS, SOLICITORS AND EXPERTS TOO,
ON THERE KNEES, IN THE DIRT PRAYING,
THAT, IN FACT, "THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO"

THEY SHOULD BEAR THEIR SHAME JUST LIKE THEIR VICTIMS,
DINE ON BREAD AND WATER FOR LIFE.
BE THROWN AT OUR CHILDRENS MERCY
THEIR FUTURES ALWAYS UNSTEADY,
WOBBLING ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE.

SPIKE THEIR WATER WITH FLUORIDE FOR STARTERS,
RIP THEM AWAY FROM THEIR FAMILIES AND FRIENDS.
PASS THEM AROUND FREELY AMONGST STRANGERS.
THEN THEY'LL KNOW AT WHAT POINT REAL LOVE ENDS.

WE MUST STAND AND MELT HEARTS FOR A PASTIME,
BE IT PAINFUL IT WILL TEAR AT OUR HEARTS.
BUT WE MUST SUCCEED IN STOPPING THIS CYCLE
OF KEEPING PARENTS AND CHILDREN APART.

WE MUST DEFY THOSE THAT SEEK TO CONTROL US,
SHAKE OFF ALL OUR PROGRAMMED FEAR,
MOVE FORWARD MAKE WAVES FOR OUR OFFSPRING
ENSURE FUTURES AND WIPE AWAY THE TEARS...

CHILDREN PLEASE DONT EVER BE FRIGHTENED,
PRETTY SOON NOW YOUR ROLES WILL REVERSE,
THEN YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENTS
ON THE ONES THAT EVEN KARMA HAS CURSED.

WILL YOU LISTEN TO "PROFESSIONALS" WISHES ?
HAVE THEIR BEST INTERESTS CLOSE TO HEART ?
OR WILL YOU MAKE THEM WORK, FOR YOU,
BUILDING HUGE NEW SCHOOLS AND PARKS ? (BY HAND OF COURSE)

WILL YOU MAKE THEM LIVE ON THE STREETS,
LIKE THOUSANDS OF YOU DID BEFORE ?
SELL THEIR BODIES FOR FOOD SO THEY EAT SOMETIMES.
MOST NEGLECTED, MOST ABUSED, MOST IGNORED.

EMPTY VOID FOR A HEART AND POUND SIGNS IN THEIR EYES,
PUTTING MONEY BEFORE CHILDREN, AS THEY TELL THE COURT LIES.
EXPERT WITNESSES WELL PAID PUPPETS ON STRINGS,
MOUTHING FALSEHOODS ON ABUSE AND THE VILEST OF THINGS.

WE NEED A GOVERNMENT OF ORDINARY FOLK,
PROCLAIMING OUR FREEDOMS BACK.
NOT CONTROLLED LIKE SLAVES TO SERVE THE RICHEST ELITE,
MEANWHILE DENIED THE SUPPORT WE ALL LACKED.

YES, WE MAY NEED SS IN SMALL NUMBERS,
NO WHERE NEAR THE 90,000 OR MORE.
THESE WILL BE HANDPICKED FOR SPECIFIC QUALITIES,
NO MORE NAZI BOOTS WILL KNOCK AT OUR DOORS.

AM I SOME CONFUSED LONELY DREAMER ?
WHO CAN STRING A FEW WORDS IN A RHYME ?
HOW MUCH MORE CAN WE PARENTS PUT UP WITH ?
WOULD OUR CHILDREN SAY "NOW IT IS TIME" ?

WRITTEN BY PAULA