Your children have played with X-Box
and you playing with them being competitive.
America needs to grow, winners and losers all.
Grand theft auto, they know the parental codes.
Or your not to swift your self.
My daughter wouldn't play what her brother has.
I googled live beheading vedios.
What I saw was a man take a knife and saw her head off.
Then stone her it was an honor killing.
Live firing squad,
the Nigerian trying to lift his arms, lips moving after.
You'll never know what they see until after.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem