A bit dark, this one. BBC Radio 4 recently broadcast an interview with a former resident (inmate??) of the Lanark orphanage run by a Catholic order. Her story is chilling. This poem is in memory of the victims of Smyllum Park and other places like it.
(dedicated to all child victims of abuse)
I am accused
They make me lick my vomit off the floor
I sleep in piss and this
is my fault
I was caught