When our children are astray and we can't show them the way,
When we look inside, deep down and see an intimidating frown,
When we close our eyes in fright, and still regain that scarry sight,
When no longer can these tears portray the magnitude of our fears,
When we look back and find the door locked and other roads blocked,
Is that the time to stand and fight with no respect or fright
Against our flesh and bone, against our heart of stone
That has splashed so much dirt on our once chaste Planet Earth?
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