Daddy's little boyA Poem by Freedom's Child
The dead kid's train is the station
Children are piled from end to end Along the way some smacked the tracks Bloody rusted tracks their bodies lay They paid the toll before they came on board Only to clear, the reasons they wanted to ride The owner's cup is filled with blood To toast the torture of his child's ride © 2012 Freedom's ChildReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 2, 2012 Last Updated on August 2, 2012 AuthorFreedom's ChildCharlotte, NCAboutI love the water, sailing, and dreaming of a better tomorrow. After living on a sailboat for 18 years, I moved in land and I continue to fight for the environment and those that cannot fight for thems.. more..Writing
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