Thursday, October 25, 2012

Fix It

Don’t sexualise my children please don’t interfere
Fix it
Don’t turn my children into mental garbage bins
Fix it
Don’t let my children starve to death all over the world
Fix it
Don’t fill the oceans with chemicals and plastic
Fix it 
Your time is running out and my patience is thinning
You better fix it
 I’m tired of the  prayers that don’t come from the heart,
Fix it
I’m worn out listening to global requests for help,
Fix it

If you live in awe and wonder in your little castle
While my children die with no food inside,
I’ll fix it.

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