Lost Children

Metaphorical car crash.

Like an AutoTuned bash.

A ball for one tone death soul.

Like a Shoe double patched over the same hole.

Double back, and watch your step Alice.

Don’t get left behind, chained down by malice.

Like hatred taking the righteous out this story.

All the innocence we leave stuck in Purgatory.

Children who’s lives sink in emotional quick sand.

Yet we turn a blind eye and an empty hand.

See what’s before you and hold your head high,

You make the difference, the future is nigh.


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