Daddy's little boy

Daddy's little boy

A Poem by Freedom's Child

The dead kid's train is the station
Children are piled from end to end
Along the way some smacked the tracks
Bloody rusted tracks their bodies lay
They paid the toll before they came on board
Only to clear, the reasons they wanted to ride
The owner's cup is filled with blood
To toast the torture of his child's ride

© 2012 Freedom's Child


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Wow! Very very heavy, indeed! Stunning!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Freedom's Child

11 Years Ago

Thank You!
I know , wish this guy would go away.I would slip in "at the station", Bloody...rusted
tracks....their bodies lay(this puts the focus on rusted tracks.Hay got to run .heavy poem.my kind ...








Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Freedom's Child

11 Years Ago

Thank You

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Freedom's Child
Freedom's Child

Charlotte, NC



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I love the water, sailing, and dreaming of a better tomorrow. After living on a sailboat for 18 years, I moved in land and I continue to fight for the environment and those that cannot fight for thems.. more..

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