Little Children

Tony36

Little children 

Bought and sold

For sex and

Other nasty games

 

Little Children 

Beaten

Into submission 

Druged

Or worse things

 

Will this crap

Ever end

Will these people

Ever wise up

To the truth 

 

Little Children 

Taken from home 

Stolen from their families 

 

Why must people do this

Why must people

Hurt those so young

These young ones

Are our future

The ones who will one day 

Run this country

 

Everyone hurts in the end

These people only breed

Hatred and bitterness

Out of our young ones 

These people are only adding

To the boiling pool of destruction that will one day kill us all

 

  • Author: Tony36 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2016 06:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes the news makes me sick
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    UNFORGIVABLE TONY ~ Better that a millstone were hung round their neck and they were cast into the midst of the sea. The only consolation is that paedos get a nasty time in Jail ! BRIAN Pleas check my latest poem PENELOPE ~ Thanks B

    • Tony36

      Thank you

    • LIGHT WARRIOR

      Tony...It is brutal, OUR PAST..but, As I stated in a few of my already published pieces...We WIN, we are in a New Age...and their is, believe it or not, MUCH HOPE for the future of our youth.. The Queen has been SLAIN...great work, BTW

      • Tony36

        Thank you

      • petec

        The world isn't always a pretty place. It is up to the good people like you to speak out and do something positive to offset the negative. Thank you for writing about this. I was molested as a young man by someone I trusted and it has had lifelong effects. So I can relate to this. Keep writing.

        • Tony36

          Thank you



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