THE GRAPPLING
Listen up you soulless cretins of misery-
Leave the children alone!
You know who you are;
Sheathed in secrecy,
Abnormal and malevolent,
Pilfering souls as ransom
For toll at your slipshod gate of anguish!
Let us grow louder for this
Than crimes government
Shall soon commit!
Graves where you hurl them
Their souls grappled in death’s dying end…
These are the offspring of wonderment
Not tides for stroking your treacherous rage
Executable in rigid decay!
Leave them be! Let your long use of them
Chatter and writhe in the dirt and descend!
mrp
BBC Report- Exploited Children
How to Take the War Out of the Child
Anti-Child-Porn
Nabbed on the Net