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little boy

dirty pants

crying

momma crying

in so much pain

his body feel like it is dying

momma losing it

somebody was lying

Oh God!

What to do.

how to approach,

how to heal

to stop the hurt

to dry the eyes.

Big brother standing by

hidden in pretty things

extra weight.

He knows why

little brother cries



Crisp and clean

pure and sure

little girls world

something to adore

so trusting

can't recognize

the disgusting

so he beckons

so he calls

looks like daddy

so she lets down walls

innocence falls

no one can hear her ball



they have a lot

to answer for

they have a price to pay

for hurting and distorting

his little ones

on their way.

There is hope, there is mercy

the only escape is to repent

Or to the fiery flames

they will be sent.