Take Back Control Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

TAKE BACK CONTROL

Scars upon the wrists of life
Drugs which numb the brain
Caustic Acids that degrade
And flush dreams down the drain.

Vile language that corrupts the soul,
Is life so lived in vain.
How do we save the children now
From the Devil's own disdain.

Take back control as life does go
To renew our dear Lord's context
And right the wrong that now exists
For what's here one day, is gone the next.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
2-3-07
By Ms. Caroline


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