Pedophilia - The Sickening Elephant in the Room
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Angry words
That’s all I’ve heard
Steady noise; the topic blurred
Tiny toddlers
Sons and daughters
Taken from their mums and fathers
Meanwhile people taking sides
Faux surprise or spreading lies
Haters love to criticize
Fixers and tinkers
Performers and singers
All they do is wag their fingers
Scripted outrage
On the global stage
When everything has been arranged
Talking heads
Spout story threads
Filled with hate and loggerheads
Every claim
They’re all the same
Everyone guilty, but none to blame
Steps in lock
Just like their talk
Diverting from the aftershock
Fan the flames
Dox the names
Knowing well that nothing’s changed
It takes action
To gain real traction
It has to go beyond reaction
They defy the laws
Just because
Evil monsters; self-applause
Kids are groomed
In darkened rooms
Lured with treats and cheap balloons
While lawmakers wait
To negotiate
Try to check, or reach checkmate
Spend a million
Spend a billion
Nothing seems to help those children
Exploitation
In a sovereign nation
Lost among the population
All the while
The pedophiles
Hiding in the narrow aisles
Place their orders
At open borders
Subjects of their unknown horrors
Too much emotion
A toxic potion
Behind the scenes; things in motion
Secret pact
Must distract
Keep the source of kids intact
Once forbidden
To expose what’s hidden
That which started in Great Britain
It’s systemic
An epidemic
Officials, bankers, Academics
Broken system
Tiny victims
Old rich men with strange addictions
Sad ordeal
When the tears are real
Never-ending hurts won’t heal
Bodies numb
They suck their thumbs
Wondering whether help will come
No more words
It’s all been heard
Find and charge the gallows birds
No more abuse
Cook their goose
Justice from the hangman’s noose
Comments
manatita44 from london on June 23, 2018:
What can I say? A tough one. But yes, someone has to speak. It is revolution in its myriad forms that ultimately create change.
I won't be so bold to say where it started though. I think it's probably a few aeons old. You're a brave man Ralph. God bless you ... God bless your Spirit.
