Rebecca Ann Pinson
Baby Killers - Poem by Rebecca Ann Pinson
It is my sad duty to report that,
millions of children in the United States
of America die each year.
For the most part, not because of sickness.
They are being: molested, beaten, strangled,
thrown around (like rag dolls), drowned, shaken,
shot, and hurt every way imaginable!
Their killers get off to hurt and kill other children.
In fact, some news show I was watching said,
"The younger the child, the shorter the
prison sentence will be. If the child happens
to be under the age of two, you probably
will not even go to jail!"
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