Free Cee Where the Young Waifs Weep

please don't declare that i don't care since my heart is filled with sheer despair i hear a lot of things that make me cry and they leave my throat arid and dry all the mouths that mouth words of sorrow and grant grievances unto the torment of tomorrow the children, the poor and pitiful little ones tormented by threatening and roaring metal guns war is their awakening, battles their threat fear the forceful fright they fret the Red Cross has double crossed them all now that bloodshed and death has come to call they live in a jungle or a desert dry like my throat and each night that ends on a laser aimed note so please don't declare that i don't care because i weep for lives that aren't the least bit fair (c) 2012..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~