you look at this guy
and wounder why
he walks alone
you look at this kid
and wounder why
she plays alone
you look at this teen
and wounder why
he has no friends
you look at this baby girl
and wounder why
she has bruises from head to toe
while her older sister
stands beside her
beaten her doll to death
you look at this dog
and wounder why
he's afraid of people
you look at this world and say
what's happening?
why can't we stop abuse?
by: cris son.
age: 15
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