Still - the Children Cry
Their woeful saddened wails
This world of confusion
Blocking those future trails
Movie madness
Violence explodes
An innocent tiny mind
Can so swiftly erode
Love must be preserved
Little ones
Truly the only deserved
Drugs are their enemy
From within
Needing to destroy them
We must begin
Society corrupted
Morals breaking down
Parents distressed
Yet do not make a sound
Babies are the salvation
For this our Earth
Lord already told us
Of their priceless worth
But instead
Many feeding Lucifer's desire
Aborting so many children
Entranced by his fire
Will our planet be saved
From this total decline
Or humans just kneeling
To evil's darkest design
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2014
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