Little children
From near and far
I’ll watch over you
And protect you
They call out
With their mouths shut
They cry
Yet their eyes are dry
Bodies burn
No fire
Constant banging
No sound
Don’t worry child
You’ll be ok
Soon the constant pain will end
All you know will become a dream....
They try to run
Try to escape
But the children have no say
Forever tortured
By the ones they love
Shattered into pieces
For they never opened up

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