A child found under his giường wet with blood he was bulged to death
A little girl found in an attic with burses on her face beaten to death because of her race.
A child found in a ally bleeding in pain because he stepped in front of a bad pep rally.
A child found shot to death because his dad Mất tích the bet
As one thêm life is gone there murders still live on
A child cold out in the night to afraid to go trang chủ because of the fights
Blood, burses, whipping, and thêm should never be a child’s future for them to uphold
Where do they go when there life is gone as the murders still live on?
Stop a child cries and the fist comes down first
And there was no more
No tears in their eyes, no thêm telling lies
For their life was gone as there murders still live on
Why all the madness why all the pain where did this parent learn to behave
Child too scared to run for their life
As their mom is drunk and is stabbing at them with a knife
Why all the pain why all the misery
Where does a child learn to take hits?
When the ones who do them say it’s just for kicks
Laughing away as their child bleeds on the floor
Spiting at them as there’s no thêm blood to bleed out anymore
A mother sent to jail
A father sent to death
As their child lay motionless on their front steps
Why all the rage were does this stop
When the clock strikes midnight bạn know that it won’t stop
Why I why them
why can’t this just end
When did I do something wrong as the child dies to the beat?
The beat of the fist that leaves a distinctive mark of the first hit
Where does this stop where do I die
All I want to do is get out of this life
Pain and suffering are all ok but not when it’s from a supposed tình yêu one that does it over again
What kind of World
What kind of place
What kinds of parents make such mistakes?
Poem Source: Why Abuse, Abuse Poems link
A little girl found in an attic with burses on her face beaten to death because of her race.
A child found in a ally bleeding in pain because he stepped in front of a bad pep rally.
A child found shot to death because his dad Mất tích the bet
As one thêm life is gone there murders still live on
A child cold out in the night to afraid to go trang chủ because of the fights
Blood, burses, whipping, and thêm should never be a child’s future for them to uphold
Where do they go when there life is gone as the murders still live on?
Stop a child cries and the fist comes down first
And there was no more
No tears in their eyes, no thêm telling lies
For their life was gone as there murders still live on
Why all the madness why all the pain where did this parent learn to behave
Child too scared to run for their life
As their mom is drunk and is stabbing at them with a knife
Why all the pain why all the misery
Where does a child learn to take hits?
When the ones who do them say it’s just for kicks
Laughing away as their child bleeds on the floor
Spiting at them as there’s no thêm blood to bleed out anymore
A mother sent to jail
A father sent to death
As their child lay motionless on their front steps
Why all the rage were does this stop
When the clock strikes midnight bạn know that it won’t stop
Why I why them
why can’t this just end
When did I do something wrong as the child dies to the beat?
The beat of the fist that leaves a distinctive mark of the first hit
Where does this stop where do I die
All I want to do is get out of this life
Pain and suffering are all ok but not when it’s from a supposed tình yêu one that does it over again
What kind of World
What kind of place
What kinds of parents make such mistakes?
Poem Source: Why Abuse, Abuse Poems link
