Within the rooms
Within the rooms
Within the rooms so dark and bare
You can hear the cries of hurt and shame
Of the beaten children who have come not to care
For the parents they chose not to blame
The swearing and screaming of those they’ve loved
Yet far from the time of birth entered
These children were once gifts of God above
The being of our existence centered
The echo off the walls, the pain of the strap
As each stroke of the whip hits their backs
A forced slap across each child’s face
Must this be these children’s horrid fate?
The cries of battered children echoes our Nation
It is born of ignorance and greed
The sin of all sins against God’s creation
Broken Families with wound of the heart and souls that bleed
The way to put an end to a battered life
Is to turn to Jesus the soul of mans seed
To once again be a Family Circle in Faiths light
This should be the quest for every race and creed
posted by Peter Todd @ 9:03 AM
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