As A Child Inhales Cocaine so does the Moon bleed for Mothers robbed of their babes
Nothing on the surface conceals the truth begging to pop like a ripe pimple
Still we sit a in the squalor of wealth and watch as another drowns in filth.
Capers are rarely as bitter as a man raping cause his father left him
Quakes felt half round the world wouldn't shake him off her or him
He is sewing the present into the hell he sees before his eyes
Little save a pistol will ever stop him. Still there is no answer.
What must be done is impossible, what can be done is doable
Fear clouds all but hope or the rays of the sun.
Anger.
Someone shut off the faucet, that way the child won't drown.
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