This is about paedophiles. Before anyone says anything I am not under any circumstances saying it is right and they deserve pity…only im focusing on victims to offenders…the problem that these people have is that some of them who were abused in childhood go on to commit the same offences- simply because they know no better…it’s too late when getting prison sentences..some stop..a lot do not..problem is they should have had better help when they themselves were the victims, but most don’t even get help, or they keep it a secret…so if that’s all they’ve ever known and they don’t get help even if they ask for it, how do they know it’s wrong in a lot of cases? where does the blame go?
cheek to cheek the beaming grins
full with beautiful and courageous ambition
making a house of stones
with muddy hands that place them down
unafraid
no bashful play acting here
laughing at nothing more than each others laughter
until they collapse into a hush
clever little piggies they lay in wait
for daddy wolf to huff and puff
and cast their work aside
strong grasp, they cannot escape
tickling them until they cannot take anymore
blissful surrender
but in reality, the wolf comes in disguise
it is never the ones you know of that you should fear the most
but the strangers you cannot see
cue the all too friendly neighbours
the teachers, the carers, the other family members
the spiders that creep into the cracks
contorting the air with futile promises
ones learned way back in the dark recesses
of someones else’s possession game
seeping their tricks into the naive minds
contaminating innocence
rose buds still yet to bloom
stripping the layers of undiscovered dreams away
the sickness strips
unnerved are the fragile fears
how could this be so easy?
the smiles they fade
broken by another persons weakness
the secrets
the whispers
tears, disgrace, written upon their faces
more statistics of childhoods that have been wasted
tainted in despicable acts
destroyed inside, confidence left in ruins
begging for an end, the pain to depart
used and discarded, time and again
and inside their own houses made of bricks
the safety latch is on, but the walls are wearing thin
with the words of comfort draining in, but going nowhere
only the words of a spider settle in
telling them to join the hunt
to force themselves upon a more simple
easy target
because someone has to suffer
on the whole everyone involved deserves it
false convictions follow them through
belief that isn’t wrong as far as they understand anyway
a vicious circle, where will it end?
locked behind bars
the scum of the universe
but they were the beaming grins once upon a tale
where was their help when it could have made a difference?
too late when they get carted off
change, reform, release
and do it all over again
where do we part the blame?
ofcourse i will 
That really strikes close to home here…Very good read as always 
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