Baby Doe Of Deer Island Poem by John F. McCullagh
Baby Doe Of Deer Island
Baby Doe of Deer Island
She was found there, by the shoreline, hidden in a plastic bag,
where the ebb and flow of Ocean beat upon Deer Island’s sand.
A little girl, just two years old, in a bright jumper clad
A little beauty beat to death by some brute of a man.
No one could identify the body they had found
so police employed an artist to help them solve the case.
His rendering of “baby Doe” went up all over town.
Soon it was on the internet. “Do you recognize this face? ”
They broke the case last Thursday, they finally had her name.
Her Mother and the boyfriend were arrested and arraigned.
Each condemned the other for the murder of the Babe.
A bronze fawn now commemorates the spot where she was slain.
Greed, hatred and delusion in the guise of love act and play devilish roles. Innocent lives affected unjustifiably all over. Can bronze or gold or any other fawns of any imaginable type help finding a solution towards curbing crimes of this nature? Wonderful eyeopener to every one with a heart.Ca no say enjoyed, but something happened...........inside! Thanks for sharing.
Each condemned the other - where is love of father and mother? poor child!
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4/18/2024 9:04:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Humans in their selfish desires, whims and fancies forget that they are humans and act cruelly bringing shame to the whole humankind. There are exceptional cases that rarely take place and put the whole mankind in shame. Verily, such a thing should not happen among the human beings.