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It's not that we like kids
Its not writer’s block,
Its writer’s shame.
It’s not an aversion to sacrifice
But sacrificing that which clings,
May prove we have nothing to sacrifice.
Its not that we like kids,
We just like to think` they are treated well.
She is talking about the tyrant who did this to her,
She is proud,
Our chains are fastened so loosely.
She somehow conceives principle
In degree.
It’s all a matter of degree,
The bruises are just red now.
The murdered,
Are just some people we never knew now.
The ones we swore never to forget,
Are just strangers who cannot appeal to us anymore.
The cemeteries would have healthier plants
If we got rid of the coffins,
Just not the bodies.
Its not that we like kids,
We just like to think they are treated well.
They say “no abortions”
I say birth is rape.
They say be gentler
I say the gentle touches always leave the most shame.
And it was so tender!
She is so innocent!
The guilty are not so easily fooled though.
He is successful but middle class,
The aristocrat is looking for love,
They are all crying,
And he will join them,
Even if they are separated forever.
Its not that we like kids,
We just like to think they are treated well.
