Sleep, children.
The cowards who’ve stolen your childhood will pay.
Sleep, children.
For now with your friends you will no longer play.
Sleep, children.
Your parents must carry your bodies away.
Sleep, children.
Tomorrow for you will not be a new day.
Sleep, children.
And know that you will always
be loved.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
December 17th, 2014
Sleep, children.
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