Where's My Children?
By pinda
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(Verse one)
Children roam the streets,
With not a bite to eat.
Just a brown paper bag,
And a rag, to sleep.
They wonder if there's hope,
Or are they in too deep.
Or should they let go of the rope,
And just fall asleep.
(Verse two)
Father comes home from work,
And he's scared to death.
Mother cries and 'goodbye' is what she read,
She's readin' off this letter,
It's really getting to her head.
Father runs to the table 'what's goin' on' he said
Mother cries in disbelief,
'It's our little baby, I think she's gone and dead'
(Verse three)
The baby child wrote,
She's tired of her step-daddy using her.
Saying he'll buy her fancy things, whilst sexually abusing her.
Her mother is shocked about what she has read,
She can't get pictures of her baby crying, out of her head.
(Verse four)
Now she's in the mood, to be Hollywood,
A stranger has told her 'your acting skills are good'.
She gets off the train and there's a man waiting there,
She gets off, and he says 'let down your hair'.
He puts lipstick on her collar and make-up on her face.
He taking her on the streets, of St Sunset Boulevard,
He's making this girl sell her body, and work real hard.
Day after day, she's sexually beat,
By a stranger upon a stranger coming off the street.
She can't move with those manacles on her feet.
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I read this and it's very
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Yes I totally agree with
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Your social realism is
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