Playing in the front yard As happy as can be When their snatched away from their family Held captive against their will So many emotions, donβt know what to feel Oh so young, innocent ones Sold for money, no more fun Amber alerts going off one by one These scenes are alarming, daughters and sons Being put through the ringer, will this ever be done? Poor children being captured from having a life of fun...
I wrote this kind of as a continuance of the last poem I posted...