Lost kids
For I know well their torture and their pain
No more their baby to their arms enfold
Shall I ever see my little girl again?
I see their faces on my T.V. screen
Or in a tabloid I may pause to buy
Someone's child is missing 'have you seen''
And my heart is filled with pain and so I cry.
I see the mothers weeping tears like mine
I see her sitting by a silent phone
I want to tell her things will turn out fine
And soon her baby will be coming home
I feel her fear and sorrow and self blame
I see the presents 'neath the Christmas tree
The headlines in the papers all the same
Too soon to fade to distant memory
I see the monster hiding in plain sight
The serpent lurking in protective state
A species with a lust to kid's lives blight
And I feel an anger no rage shall abate
I feel a vengeance burning like a fire
One that retribution shall not quench
The beast in agony my one desire
My wish to rid this world his putrid stench
I see the liberal judges wringing hands
'The devils of this world they too have rights'
Their concern that they appease their pc fans
Not theirs to share sad parents lonely night
And so the charade marches on and on
Final solutions not part of their plan
They care not for those children too long gone
Sometimes I feel ashamed I'm born a man
Brendan.
Slay the dragon, do it today, do it now,
Do it for your kids.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-12-21 at 18:28
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Where have all the children gone
Sadness overwhelms my fathers soulFor I know well their torture and their pain
No more their baby to their arms enfold
Shall I ever see my little girl again?
I see their faces on my T.V. screen
Or in a tabloid I may pause to buy
Someone's child is missing 'have you seen''
And my heart is filled with pain and so I cry.
I see the mothers weeping tears like mine
I see her sitting by a silent phone
I want to tell her things will turn out fine
And soon her baby will be coming home
I feel her fear and sorrow and self blame
I see the presents 'neath the Christmas tree
The headlines in the papers all the same
Too soon to fade to distant memory
I see the monster hiding in plain sight
The serpent lurking in protective state
A species with a lust to kid's lives blight
And I feel an anger no rage shall abate
I feel a vengeance burning like a fire
One that retribution shall not quench
The beast in agony my one desire
My wish to rid this world his putrid stench
I see the liberal judges wringing hands
'The devils of this world they too have rights'
Their concern that they appease their pc fans
Not theirs to share sad parents lonely night
And so the charade marches on and on
Final solutions not part of their plan
They care not for those children too long gone
Sometimes I feel ashamed I'm born a man
Brendan.
Slay the dragon, do it today, do it now,
Do it for your kids.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
Read 750 times
Written on 2005-12-21 at 18:28
Tags Sad
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