As pale shadows of abusive men
Dominate by their destructive greed
Darkening the hour
The children wait
Until the end of day
When they go to sleep
to listen to the little people
Who whisper in their youthful ears
Stories about the future
Of a world divine
And playful giving
Free of those
Who merely take
And just (self) destroy
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