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[sid] => 164817
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Cry For The Children
[time] => 2011-02-16 21:42:53
[hometext] => (Our children are our future.)
[bodytext] => Our future is disappearing before our troubled eyes. Why are we so saddened when we sell them to our lies? Is the future of our children worth a time of lust? Once the children have been found are they returned unto the dust? Are our children sold so we can have some fun? Do we invest our time and love before the deed is done? Why become so angry when for our love they are here? Is it the children’s fault when to us they disappear? Why do we not love them spending time for the now? Go away; leave me alone, unto your friends you bow. And when they grow seeking the love they missed, Strangers they become seeking another’s kiss. Do the children become the predators when they are grown? The sick and twisted love they seek out there on their own… And to the ones that fall away not trying but disappear… Are we not the ones to blame is that our own real fear? Being snatched or taken from before our very eyes, I wonder if I have bowed unto my own lustful sickened lies… I cry for the children each and every day… Why, because I feed the one’s that make them go away… The keys I carry lock up the ones we sought… The parents hold the keys not using them, as they ought… Cry for the children and not for your own pain, For mostly their future and what they could have gained… With in my heart I feel the pain as I see the “Fallen Son” And the terror he did reign… while he was on the run… The murderers and the rapists lay sleeping on their beds, Growing fat upon the food while dreaming in their heads… And I cry for the abused, I cry for the dead… I cry for the missing, I pray and bow my head… I wonder why I hold the keys each and every day, I want to disappear and even walk away… I cry for the children and this burden of mine, And then another child is missing and I turn the keys of time… [comments] => 3 [counter] => 103 [topic] => 43 [informant] => PernellRodocker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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