Tear stained images,
you place on childrens heads.
wiping their tears,
with a sharp knifes edge.
Falsely you tell them,
of a love that's true and kind.
Reality shows a picture,
of truly a different kind.
Tear stained images,
on their hearts will surely live,
making it almost impossible,
an act to forgive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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