The Ambulance Down in the Valley

The sky turned gray as I stood on the hill
The smell of violence and the smell of kill
The sound of horror and terrified screaming
It is the only place the sun�s not beaming
A place of swings where no children will play
For I stand by the graveyard to where they most lay
I see drunks lay all over the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

Poor children living a life of violence
With horrifying homes filled with silence
Violent blood shattered on the street
And a child who lay there that has been beat
In fear of their parents I hear children crying
Living in a valley that is somehow dying
I see the blood on the walls in the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

The sun won�t shine in a place of horror
The children cry and the parents beat more
Living in a family with a father who's a drunk
And a mother who smokes dope and a lot of junk
The hospital is full of children bruised
And many are still home being abused
I see shadows of death in the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

The graveyard is full and there will be many more
If the abused do not stop in this horror
Rain pours down from all the tears
That God sheds for people�s fears
Defenseless children can not play
For in their abusive homes is where they must stay
I see a place of horror and a lonely alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

I see a cry for help throughout the place
And fear from a child�s terrified face
At nighttime the moon is gray
Like a horror movie I saw one day
A poor child who doesn�t own a toy
Because the parents won�t buy for the little boy
I still see loneliness in that alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

Careless children, fresh as sin
And some have forgotten how to grin
Children suffer, deliberately burned and bruised
From poor parents who themselves were abused
And violent anger on their mind
Makes them beat on any child they can find
A pool of blood lay in the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

The abuse is increasing day by day
The valley full of pain and the sky still gray
A little child in a corner is what I find
And visions of the abuse still haunts her mind
Seventy percent of children are abused every day
The parents get upset and the children pay
Horrified children and a lonely alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

In the 1960�s abuse was first identified
And since then many children has died
Blood in the valley and a child in pain
Somehow this world has gone insane
Nobody will help or try to prevent the abuse
No one deserves this; there is no excuse
In the village by the alley
The ambulance is down in the valley

The pain and suffering have gotten out of hand
The poor children can not even stand
Some in wheel chairs and some in a cast
And some just trying to forget about the past
Some do not know how love would feel
Some scarred for life that will never heal
Screaming, yelling, the sight of the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

One story that is so sad
Is when a stepmother got so mad
The children could not tie their laces
And fear poured out from their terrified faces
She beat them till the blood ran free
I am just glad this never happened to me
The children and their visions of the alley
The ambulance is down in the valley

Think of all the problems the world must face
So please stop the abuse in this horrible place
Poor children who may never see
What a wonderful place this could be
What I am trying to say is think of their pain
Do not think of your problems and complain
Unless you have visions of the alley
Because the Ambulance is still down in the valley
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This is by far my longest poem, so I hope you like it, even though it's a long read.

 

Wow..... that's really deep. It's really sad. but wow.... amazing.

 

wow - a message in a poem, been a while since ive seen one of those

that was very deep and emotional - great job

 

good one
i like the rythem of it

 

Very deep, and I like the lenght.

 

Oh wow, that gives a dreary message. Definitely not a cheerer-upper. Sometimes serious poems can be good though, like this one. It's very deep, like the others said.
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It wasn't supposed to be a "cheerer-upper" as you put it. I wanted to point out an issue that is effecting this nation. I hear about this torture very often in Denver, and I had recently heard about one that just made me so disgusted about how people could possibly do that. Apparently when the police found the little boy, his neck to his sternum was cut open. That was so vile, this poem came to my mind.

 

Yes, I realize that, and I know it wasn't supposed to be. And I understand what you're trying to say. This is by far the longest, deepest, and probably the most well written poem I've seen on this website. Good job.
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