There were more than 1400 rapes reported.
The police and authorities ignored them all. All that is until they could suppress the truth no more and the name of the town of Rotherham was known for these crimes against children.
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
who failed not through deceit,
The Loyal if they only knew
This too would face defeat.
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.
© Trevor Morgan 30/11/2015
There was a ruined Roman fort at Templeborough on the west side of Rotherham
Eastgate is an area in Rotherham where many of these criminals worked or lived.