• He sat there with his arms around her, a voice running through his head.

    It told him to calm down, and ignore the sight on that bed.

    His little frame was trembling and was covered in goose bumps too.

    He cried out into the night, “Oh God! What did I do??”



    Jackov Johnny was his name, this eleven year old boy.

    A playful child with an innocent smile, some people’s perfect little toy.

    He hailed from a decent home, but now stayed in an inn.

    Childhood lost at an early age, his body covered in others sins.



    “How did it come to this?” you ask. Well I’ll tell you his tale.

    Sit down on and you will hear how, his life became so stale.

    You see Lil’ Johnny was such a nice child, one you’d call the best.

    He was a normal little boy who spent his time playing, and then studying with the rest.



    He loved his mommy and papa, from the earth till the sky.

    Life was all perfect, and then one day they had to die.

    Little Johnny’s life was crushed, his tears he couldn’t hold.

    This is just the beginning of his miseries; we haven’t reached when he was sold.



    With no one to bring him home, he was soon taken away.

    To a little house with a small wooden door, it seemed to be okay.

    In there he saw many children, so many boys and girls.

    Some heads were straight haired, some were fully curled.



    What he saw in these children, that other’s failed to see.

    That though they were playing, their faces showed no glee.

    He was shown where to rest his head, and where to wash his face.

    “This will be your new home” said the man who owned this place.



    From the first night he spent over there, every thing seemed to go wrong.

    He learned first hand, why the weak can not resist the strong.

    He was called to the headmaster’s room, and told to lock the door.

    On his way there he saw another little child, tears in her eyes and shaken to the core.



    He went inside and the man gave him a nasty glare.

    Eyes were set to the ground in fear, and the man got up from his chair.

    “Do you know why you are here?” asked the man so fiercely, that the boy lost his voice.

    The man stared and simply grinned “You now belong to me and you don’t have a choice”



    He forced the kid to take of his clothes, and made him stand in the nude.

    His body was then covered with welts, from the headmasters cane so crude.

    He cried out loud and tried to cover himself, but it was useless to resist.

    This was a much stronger man, and the child’s actions made him persist.





    Day in and day out, he faced his caretaker’s wrath,

    This now had taken a new path,

    The beatings were not enough, there was this new exercise.

    He was made to taste something, while a blindfold was put over his eyes.



    It continued like this till one faithful night.

    Someone came to save him, oh what a beautiful sight!

    A couple came to adopt him and take him to a new home.

    The man was from England, his wife from Rome.



    They took the child and even got him a new sister.

    They were so happy; they even said “Gee, thank you mister!”

    So hand in hand, they went to start their new life.

    The little boy felt happy, he was adored by the wife.



    As wise men sat, “Good things don’t last.”

    But he never expected this one to go so fast.

    That night, when he came down to fetch a glass of water.

    The sight he saw from the kitchen made his heart beat faster.



    Through the door ajar, he saw the man in his sister’s room.

    Her mouth had been covered, her limbs tied to a broom.

    He looked down upon her menacingly, her eyes filled with dread.

    Johnny couldn’t take it any longer and ran towards that bed.



    In his hand was a knife which he stabbed into the man’s chest.

    Over and over again till in crimson the blade was blessed.

    It wasn’t the outrage that made him do it, but rather the feeling of being betrayed.

    He thought it was behind him now, but now his hope was raped.



    He sat there with his arms around her, a voice running through his head.

    It told him to calm down, and ignore the sight on that bed.

    His little frame was trembling and was covered in goose bumps too.

    He cried out into the night, “Dear Lord? Where are you?”