WHOMP. Large palm on small butt.
THOMP. Finger- play.
SCREECH. Dong on shin/chin.
Within.
Turbulence festers in the dreams
of those too young to stifle screams.
Under the Holy See
That refuses to see
The roiling sea of shame.
Don't they know
There is no
Undo?
Hush little baby. Don't say a word. Papa's gonna bring you a
mocking
mocking
mocking
defrocking.
And yours?
What if he were learning catechism/cataclysm
Right now?
What if she were under a drone
Right now?
What if they were in a targeted school
Right now?
Why should any child be
Whomped
Thomped
Fingered
Bulls-eyed
Right now?
Would you send your seed
To Camp Slavery
Camp Mockery
Camp shockingly bullet-ridden
Right now?
If not yours, why anyone's?
Erotomanic frat brats
Lurk, slink,
Metastasize young gulls.
Hush!
The whimpers subside.
The sobs melt.
But they never
Ever
Vanish
From the Right now, Wrong now,
World of WHOMP.
c. Corinne Whitaker 2014
Note: "Whomp" was inspired/provoked by articles appearing recently about children being abused, although the topic has long stirred my ire. Here are
a few of note: business;
news;
and world.
From the Los Angeles Times.
And if you are still not convinced: africa
