Stop It
A boy is born
Torn from mom
Put a gun in his hand
Make him hate is the plan
A new soldier man
Will somebody stop this
Can't we all just be human
For a change
Feel the solar energy of the sun
Know where we should run
This world could be so much more fun
A girl is born
Torn from mom
Put in a sweet dress
Make her sexed up is the plan
A sex slave woman
Will somebody stop this
Somethings I just can't understand
Make the exchange
Vengeance power money not to sunny
Trade it in for love
Like a dove below like above
By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 3/2/18
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