WE WILL BE HIS VOICE.
PLEASE CAN ALL MY MEMBERS JOIN THIS GROUP
THE NATIONAL FIGHT FOR JUSTICE
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=35471028677&ref=share
I know there are a lot of groups out there FOR BABY P.at the moment but these people have been FIGHTING for a long time they need our help PLEASE JOIN NOW
WE RISK THIS SITE GROUP BEING TAKEN OFF FACE BOOK OR PROSECUTED IF MEMBERS MAKE THREATS OF VIOLENCE OR THREATS TO BABY Ps ABUSERS. ALSO THEY CANNOT BE NAMED AND ALL PICTURES OF THEM HAVE HAD TO BE REMOVED SORRY BUT THIS IS OUT OF MY HANDS
Please tie a piece of BLUE RIBBON to your car aerial TODAY to show your support for this group and to bring awareness to STOP CHILD ABUSE
PLEASE SHOW YOUR SUPPORT
Our aim is for every car in the UK having a BLUE RIBBON on them
A MARCH THAT WILL BE HELD IN BOURNEMOUTH ON TH 13TH DECEMBER AT 12 O CLOCK WE WILL START AT THE TRIANGLE AND END UP AT THE TOWN HALL Please wear BLUE to support STOP CHILD CRUELTY
This is a peaceful event, if you are only coming to cause trouble DO NOT COME AT ALL!
There will be YOUNG CHILDREN present at this event
READ THIS ALL, SEND AN INVITATION TO JOIN THIS GROUP TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW.AND PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS BELOW.
WE AS A NATION HAS TO MAKE A STAND & URGE THE GOVERNMENT TO CHANGE LAWS.
BABY P. & AMY, VICTORIA AND MANY OTHER INNOCENT BABIES/CHILDREN DIE AT THE HANDS OF PEOPLE THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN PROTECTING THEM.
I AM A MOTHER OF 4 AND GRANDMOTHER AND I THINK THAT THESE CASES ARE ABSALUTLEY DISGUSTING. HOW MANY OTHER CHILDREN SUFFER AT THE HANDS OF THESE ANIMALS. IF THESE PEOPLE WERE DOGS AND ATTACKED A CHILD, OR EVEN A PERSON THEY WOULD BE PUT DOWN SO WHY IS THIS SO DIFFERENT. THEY ARE ANIMALS AND SHOULD BE TREATED ACCORDINGLY. PLEASE SUPPORT ME I DON’T KNOW IF WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE BUT MY GOD WE CAN TRY.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE BOURNEMOUTH ECHO, 2CR AND THE FIRE FOR THEIR SUPPORT IN PROMOTING THE MARCH AND THIS GROUP
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underneath is a link to a lady who created a memonial page in tribute to her son that was mudered by his father
http://www.remembered-forever.org/babyryan.
Here is a few poems that people have written.
The Broken baby Written by Antonia Price
The broken baby lays on the cold bare floor
from this broken baby you’ll hear crying no more,
he’s tears are no longer required to voice his cruel pain
but at least this broken baby cannot be broken again.
The love of a Mother is alledgedly pure and so true
The love of a Father is alledgedly protective and new,
The love for your child is alledgedly the beginning and the end
There’s a word in this verse I wish I never had to pen.
You might of broken his bones but you never broke his spirit
You are all going to a place where you’ll have to take it not give it,
You might think in time the blood will be washed from your hand
But you are guilty as charged a life sentence MUST stand.
The broken baby is broken no more
For he now is an angel knocking on heavens bright door,
He is being protected and nutured like he should have been from birth
Getting gods eternal love – He’s Mother’s job on Earth.
Don’t be sad little baby all your pain has now gone
enjoy being a toddler go run and play all day long,
I can hear him laughing! it brings my eyes joyful tears
to hear his voice and to see his face with no hurt and no fears.
I’ll never forget you little baby, in my heart there is always a place
we never met, but I loved you and would love to kiss your face,
I would give anything to have you here to love you til I burst
like every good Mummy in this world – the children come first.
I will put my Son to bed tonight and spare a thought for baby P
if I’d had just one wish in this world it would be that he’d met me,
I’d of loved him and hugged him and smothered him in kisses
I would be the perfect Mummy, one he never misses.
Spare a thought each night my friends for the children with silent voices
even if we hear just one it’s time for such rejoices,
if we had listened hard enough maybe a tiny voice would be
all we needed to stop the plight for the little soul of baby P.xxx
Rest in peace little man I will be lighting a candle for you tonight.
THE NEXT ONE WAS WRITTEN BY A MAN WHOS DAUGHTER HAS BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER WHY DON’T ALL PARENTS THINK LIKE THIS.
Just
for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when
I feel like crying.
Just
for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile
and say how perfect it is.
Just
for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and
take you to the park to play.
Just
for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach
me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just
for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off,
and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles..
Just
for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you
scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he
comes by.
Just
for this afternoon, I won’t worry about what you are going to be when you
grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are
concerned.
Just
for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won’t stand
over you trying to fix them.
Just
for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald’s and buy us both a Happy
Meal so you can have both toys..
Just
for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about
how you were born and how much I love you.
Just
for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just
for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch
and count all the stars.
Just
for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my
favorite TV shows.
Just
for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I
will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever
given.
I will think about
the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the
mothers and fathers who are visiting their children’s graves instead of
their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching
their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can’t
handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you goodnight I will
hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank
God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day…
My name is Sarah
My name is Sarah,
I am but three.
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must be bad.
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren’t ugly.
The maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.
I can’t speak at all,
I can’t do a wrong.
Or else I’m locked up,
All day long.
When I awake I’m all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren’t home.
When mommy does come,
I’ll try and be nice!
So maybe I’ll get,
Just one whipping tonight.
Don’t make a sound!
I just heard a car.
My daddy is back,
From Charlie’s Bar.
I hear him curse,
My name he calls.
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try and hide,
From his evil eyes.
I’m so afraid now,
I start to cry.
He finds me weeping,
He shouts ugly words.
He says it’s my fault,
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me,
And yells at me more.
I finally get free,
And I run for the door.
He’s already locked it,
I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken.
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.
“I’m sorry!” I scream,
But it’s much too late.
His face is twisted,
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again.
Oh please God have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops,
And heads for the door.
While I lay motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah,
I am but three.
Tonight my daddy…
Murdered me.
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