Welcome to my blog today. Today was a great and busy day for and after the day's bustles, I thought I should drop this. Read on.
My dear do you know how a long time ago,
Two poor little children, whose names I don't know
Were taken away on a hot summer day
And left in a wood as I heard people say.
And when it was dark the sun was so red
The moon then came out, Cause the sun gave no light
They sobbed and they screamed and they bitterly cried
The poor little things, they lay down and died
And when they were dead
There was a strange silent all ov'r
Cause their innocence knew no bounds
And they had been cut off from their destinies
This is the plight of the poor
Who will speak out for the needy
Nobody is willing to fight for their rights
As violation and dehumanization is the order of their day
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