He came and reminded, me of what's goin on,
and, said he would stay, til I tole him I'd write this poem,and say sumthin bold and stand with him, tough and strong. Well actually it felt like a ladies spirit to me but then what do I know? There was no lacking in strength or conviction, but I definately felt a female influence somewhere, probly the compassion required, is usually female, Oh well It is what it is, and he came in spirit, not in gender. Art

Was just sittin here thinkin, bout nuttin special,  of, maybe goin to the coast.
When my brother Trask, came yellin from the ethers,
the guy he was chasin was about to turn to, toast.
He was tellin this creep, that he wanted the kids back, the guy, ran and disappeared,
as he, knew his days were numbered if he was by Trask's righteous anger, burned and seared. 
It's labor day, this weekend, and the unions celebrate,
that the sweathouses were knocked down, and, a decent wage was paid.
But our kids are bein stolen right from under our nose,
and the unions and the cops, well they barely even know,
much less care, like,
they aught.
Our children are bein sold, into pornoslavery; by vicious evil, people, are being purchased,
Yes our kids are being, sold; then, by EVIL,
they are  bought.
The destination for their innocent little lives, well it would make ya cry,
if even for short time, ya used your ears. or opened up your eyes.
One minute they are standin outside on the streets where they live,
in the next their in a nightmare that would, terrible, nightmares,
any sane person, give.
They put them in front of their cameras, and then, them, ruin, and abuse,
and the movie goes to those, that this torture does, excite, and pathetically, amuse.
SICK, and sicker, that's what it is, and we better start doin sumthin,
or the planet may as well, just die, cause the angels,
can, no more, sing.
IF, OUR, kids are bein slaughtered and mankind is barely,
even interested, or doin one,
damn thing. 
If the whole thing was front page til the stats started turnin, in the favor of the kids,
well ya know, that if they stuck with it,
it would, start to come undone,
the truth would unfold.
But, the media'd rather slather over the outcome, with their sick, sad, stories to be, exploited,
and expotentially, told, and SOLD. 
It’s a cryin shame, and if it were up to me, well the one's, doin the snatchin, and the ones with cameras in their hands; would be shot on sight and the, movie with their funerals, would be,
the ,only story, told
Decency, might once again, have a fighting chance; the kids would get to grow up, get to learn to live, not sexually exploited, but,  experience, romance.
So say somthin to someone, do what ya can,
AND don't let this nightmare, continue, to prosper, evil, continue to: GROW!! 
While we sit and watch, and pretend, that we, really didn't, KNOW!!!!