BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH
Why is this world of ours not totally dead
Visions of sugar plumbs dance in my head
Lies and deception aren't the worlds only vise
Children out playing doing everything nice
Criminals and murderers walk down the street
In Halloween costumes out seeking a treat
So many people lose as the terrorists vie
Our children are celebrating the 4th of July
Your child is dead at a pedophiles feet
Boys will be boys, and girls are so sweet
Bodies are flying as a drunk drives his car
Children play dress up, dreaming they are a star
Mothers and fathers found in there babies bed
Laughing and giggling as Dr. Suess is read
How do babies become the monsters of tomorrow
What makes them want to see a world of such sorrow
So why is this world of ours not totally dead
The children are the future, or so it is said