About the Poem
Death is a very sensitive issue to most people and, indeed, can be hard to understand at times. Even harder to understand for me is the concept of one human taking the life of another, especially when the victim is an innocent child.
This poem is about a 2 year old boy who was sexually and physically abused and ultimately murdered. There was never enough evidence to convict the accused father. The mother was never arrested but while she had the time and the money, never even bother to have a funeral for her child.
The child was ultimately buried by the state and donations were taken to place a headstone. I still get utterly sick with grief every time I think of the whole episode and the amount of preventable abuse that goes on today. This was not an easy poem to write and is not an easy poem to share. Anyone who's ever stood on the other side of abuse will understand, I'm sure.
Little Boy Black And Blue |
by Michael Anderson |
Oh Little Boy Black and Blue, Who was it that did this to you? Who raised a hand at innocence? Did they proclaim their eminence- At a child's expense? Is this your beloved mother's psalm, This stormy song beneath your calm? The one who nourished you from birth. Were you more trouble then you were worth? Oh was it her who did this to you, Little Boy Black and Blue? Was it your father, that loving soul? Did the alcohol cause him to lose control? Was his patience tried and taunted- By the boy he never wanted? Oh was it him that did this to you, Little Boy Black and Blue? Oh Little Boy Black and Blue, The autopsy confirms it was true. You were sodomized and strangled. You were beaten, broken, mangled. You must've screamed in agony, As bloodstained hands brought you more misery. Oh was it someone you never even knew, Little Boy Black and Blue? |