September 2: Once there was a pedophile ...

Once there was a pedophile who lived up on the coast

Liked little boys and their toys, but little boys the most

As far back as the seventies he plied his evil trade

But now he’s sitting in the dock, a price he now will pay

He met them at the pool hall, with drugs and cigarettes

Befriended them, drew them in, they thought he was the best

But inside an evil mind it grew, his motive so disgusting

At first he played very cool, ‘til mum and dad were trusting

Some men came from Belmont, to give evidence in my trial

The tell us just what happened, at the hands of the pedophile

Now their in their fifties, but forty years ago

A monster took them to a place, they did not want to go

Come up to the quarry lad, I’ll let you drive my car

Sure young man take over, we won’t drive very far

Just let my put my hand right there, it won’t hurt you, not a bit

It’s our little secret, understand, your dad would have a fit

For decades he sourced his prey, much younger than he was

Got caught once in the 80’s, “Well I did it, just … because”

He gave up full admissions; he walked off with a bond

That could not suppress his evil mind, justice, it got conned

He continued through the eighties, the nineties to today

The first trials nearly over, I think he will be put away

Sentenced to imprisonment, he’ll go into segregation

Coz rock spiders they come to harm, for their inclination

Next week the next trial begins, and then there are three more

How many more poor young boys, as men come through that door

Memories that terrify, nightmares that leave you cold

They now wish they had come forward, before it got this old

The longer it’s kept secret, the harder it is to tell

And I’ve seen them giving evidence, to me they don’t look well

But their bravery does them credit, to get up and show their pain

So others won’t have to suffer, at this man’s hands again