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Messed Up America

Sewn rows Shattered bones "Please don't take my baby away!" She worked so hard to keep her child There was no chance in begging them to stay Broken families Forced to work while in pain Countries apart Babies to homes Children to farms Parents worried from afar What kind of country do we live in, Where we steal foreign babies and sell them for meaningless cash To families who don't give a crap? And the government wonders why we constantly bash.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/12/2011 6:46:00 AM
Yes it is messed up! Though all things at some point will balance. Part of the cycle of things wouldn't you agree? Thanks for sharing! Steve
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Date: 2/12/2011 1:48:00 AM
Sad one, anyway... Thanks for sharing this with us, please keep painting your poetry pad with the cute colours of creativity. Hope to read more from you. Have a great weekend dear friend! Love always, Adeleke.
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