I feel the adrenalin of a child at four.
That in less than a second grew into a man.
For he found the strength to save his baby sister
Caught in the evil clutches of another’s hand.

Sacrificing himself without tears or thought
He pounced on what he saw through his eyes.
Tears, blood, screams of a broken doll.
His Dad was a monster in disguise.

Why must a child of innocence
Be the victim of a deafening scream
Destined to carry the life long suffering
That was inflicted by another being?

I sure can’t conceive this crime without mercy.
The devil’s scream to rob one of faith.
But justice will be served for the rape of “54”
When the hour comes that God we all face.

©Eileen Breedlove
June 09, 2001