Maria Cristina Farmer '
M ade reports
C hildren abased
F ear ensued
Thirty years she was erased.' Three decades her truth, was obfuscated
Now comes the light.' I Am elated.'
She'd turned to officials and got berated
For these organs of duty? Are not run right
Those who guide direction often meet
At night.. A sketch of occult groups method and modes, too much corruption
Yet she shouldered that load.' I think of the
Broken.? Those shredded inside..Living
Dailey nightmares, no more tears to cry.'
I think of those who will never be found.?
Buried by un-consecrated beings on some
Un-concecrated ground, or burned alive on
Pyres.' Cut in bits..I hear the dawn chorus
And a stillness hits.' I think of the survivors who are now adults, how they wrestled with demons, and self-doubt all un-taught.'
And though broken and empty..Dragged themselves errect ' i think of Fiona Barnet here ( dear sister respect.!)
For they will not stop this..Now the broken fight on!!! Your
Threats fall empty the worsts been and gone. ' As the bruised and the battered and
Ignored for ( too long ) advance withought
Even courage.' We just want you gone.' No gift will aussuage now...No bribe will takesl us down..Cry freedom and action..Let the cursed take their wages..And let safety for
Children be the crown, the strength of humanity, from the weakest allways grows
Its nurture and kind guidance, that is key
Yet did we all.? Not really know.?
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