Yorkshire Post – Rotherham victim: Now my life can finally begin

Rotherham victim: Now my life can finally begin

ONE victim of the Rotherham gang said going through with the investigation was one of the hardest things she had ever done, “but it is so worth it”.

Rotherham became a byword for the exploitation of teenage girls and the failure of police and social workers to stop it happening with the publication of the Jay Report in August 2014.

Read on… http://www.yorkshirepost.co.uk/news/crime/rotherham-victim-now-my-life-can-finally-begin-1-7746392

Guilty: Mad Ash, Bash and Bono – gun-toting, grooming family who ‘owned’ Rotherham

THREE brothers and their uncle are among six people convicted of the sexual exploitation of teenage girls in Rotherham.

Arshid, Basharat and Bannaras Hussain – known as Mad Ash, Bash and Bono – formed a violent, gun-toting, drug-dealing family who appeared to operate with impunity in the South Yorkshire town, a court heard.

Read on… http://www.yorkshirepost.co.uk/news/crime/guilty-mad-ash-bash-and-bono-gun-toting-grooming-family-who-owned-rotherham-1-7746366

They knew and did nothing: Police and councillor ‘protected Rotherham grooming ringleader’

More than 194 allegations about the conduct of police relating to child sexual exploitation in Rotherham are now being examined by the police watchdog following a trial peppered with familiar claims that agencies knew what was happening but failed to act.

Read on… http://www.yorkshirepost.co.uk/news/crime/they-knew-and-did-nothing-police-and-councillor-protected-rotherham-grooming-ringleader-1-7746528

Rotherham victim: Now my life can finally begin

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  1. The Children of Despair

    The ancient peoples are long gone
    They loved the Dawn’s soft glow.
    Now children of Despair all wan
    Bring down dark clouds of woe

    Where once a fort adorned a vale
    The Sun rose to the East
    The Guardians at that gate would fail
    And welcome in the Beast

    Depravity has many a guise
    Displaying much false trust
    Deceits that cheat the weak and wise
    And hide foul loathsome lust

    With coils like pythons some caress
    All driven on by greed
    They will ignore all sad distress
    As they stick to a creed

    Each sad maid saw a smiling face
    She had seemed so alone
    Ah, ignorance so touched by Grace
    The Dove of Love had flown

    With words that were so seeming kind
    Dark Daemons wove each net
    Betrayers how they blind the mind
    For Love’s not what you get

    Sweet smiles are but a stock in trade
    With sugar words as well
    Manipulated and betrayed
    By Daemons out of Hell

    At first each child felt such a glow
    A thirst for love so sweet
    But how was each dear child to know
    How words and smiles may cheat

    How good that first caress would feel
    It thrilled like nothing could
    Deceivers like some slimy eel
    Made evil deeds seem good

    The coils of the beast wrapped round
    Each Child they could ensnare
    A town becomes unholy ground
    Where Councils do not care

    The strong they ought care for the weak
    And hear when victims cry
    Not slap them down and leave them bleak
    Then live their haughty lie

    A Champion came who seemed so true
    A dark Knight of deceit
    The Loyal if they only knew
    This too would be a cheat

    The Hopeless oh, how they had hoped
    A Champion clothed in Red
    Was here to help them all to cope
    But this Hope soon lay dead

    False Nemesis she rose and froze
    She froze in disbelief
    How could such deeds be done by those
    Who seemed to show true grief?

    Deception is both craft and art
    The false may seem so true
    The lewd and low may act a part
    That’s how this cancer grew

    They hide safe in their neighbourhoods
    And “Racists” are accursed
    Where villains claim false victimhood
    They’ve still not done their worst

    Disciples of a creed of greed
    False trust has hid lewd lust
    Forlorn Hopes here were left to bleed
    With Love dead in the dust

    The smiling serpent of the East
    Out there beyond the gate
    That villainy that has not ceased
    Was not brought neigh by Fate

    No happenstance nor random chance
    Had beckoned these knaves neigh
    Where ruling fools were in a trance
    The raped were left to cry

    They sighed and cried and sought for aid
    Made statements to Police
    Instead of aid they were inveighed
    Despair found no release

    Accused of being too “racist”
    When they cry out for aid
    The weak here they cannot resist
    For they are being betrayed

    Innocents stand accused of lies
    Of lies and crimes of Hate
    And cold hearts did not hear their sighs
    Deaf are the ‘Good and Great’

    Deceits like waters dark and deep
    All treacherous dank and slow
    Tween slippery banks so wet and steep
    Leave some to drown in woe

    Now let no more these children sigh
    When comes the time to Act
    May Justice soon hold her Blade high
    Divide what’s False from Fact

    Let dark cell doors then close and hide
    Where rapists all ought dwell
    Long years may they stay scared “inside”
    Locked in a living hell.

    Most prisoners are a varied crew
    Hard men who do their time
    Oh, paedophiles how they hate you
    And loath Your nasty crime

    They’ll view you as a slimy creep
    And harm you when they can
    Knees in the groin will make you weep
    And leave you bare a man.

    Then children here like those long past
    Warmed by the sun’s sweet glow
    May find their own true loves at last
    And leave behind sad woe

    © T Morgan 30/11/2015


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