"He who checks a child with terror,
Stops its play, and stills its song,
Not alone commits and error,
But a great and moral wrong."
(-David Bates-)
With pins they pop our bright balloons
And they won't stop, these sick buffoons,
Who stick their pricks in skin so shy
And get their kicks each time we cry.
They seem to hate bright boys at play,
So they deflate what's light and gay,
They just destroy what's fun and new,
And kill our joy like sadists do.
And gravely pale, these old vampires,
To sate their stale and sick desires,
Like evil foes, they steal from girls
The bright pink bows in their shy curls.
They rob the rose from cheerful cheeks,
And change our glows to tearful streaks.
And once they've killed our bright blue day
It's like they’re thrilled, these ashen-gray,
Sick twisted dopes, who get a rush
When tender hopes and dreams they crush.
Like cackling curs with smirking smiles,
These predators and pedophiles;
Who gain our trust with treats and toys,
But those are just deceitful ploys-
For they don't love, and they're no good,
The killjoys of our lost childhood.
Author notes
Once used and abused.
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Brutally Poignant
Best to you M.R.
until next time
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I like how you set this up. It has an almost creepy rythm to it because it sounds like a childs nursery rhyme in my head, but slightly sadistic and twisted.
Thank you so much for entering =) -
thanks for entering
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aw thanks..that would be very sweet of you
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this is so true...these sick people do ruin our childhood.."who gain our trust with treats and toys, but those are just decietful ploys" by far my favorite line
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