Our Children

 

 

 

 

Our Children

These are our children.

These are our children.

Can’t seem to find the words

These are our children

These are our children.

Not in my name.

Not running away I am speaking up. Saying something.

Speaking up for our Children

These are our Children.

Love them. Open arms. tenderness.

Long journey. Tired. Scared. You are welcome here. All are welcome here who seek safety.

Sorry. Please forgive us.

We can’t won’t keep our own children safe in their kindergarten class.

No gun control.

Being stong means taking crying babies from their mothers?  Keeping the NRA happy ?Fuck you…fuck you Mr. Fucktoid Cheetohead.

 

Cussing and taking action is happening right now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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