I have been trying to think of a way which I can help with pizzagate but I am not good with computers so I would be no use as an investigator. I enjoy writing poetry so maybe this poem can be my way of helping. I want this to raise awareness of pizzagate, and I also want it to motivate people to stand up for our kids and stop allowing this to continue. It has gone on too long and we have to band together now and say enough is enough.
OUR CHILDREN
These sick and twisted paedophile's lust,
Is more than merely a cause for disgust,
Protect our children from them we must,
For their misery and pain is more than unjust.
We cannot allow our fallen ones' pain,
To continue unanswered or be taken in vain,
Even if we must put an end to their reign,
WE HAVE TO ensure this does not happen again.
For decades we have foolishly turned the other cheek,
Allowing them to continue harming the weak,
The crimes they've committed we dare not even speak,
But justice for all of them, you can be CERTAIN we will seek.
Please resteem if you have any pizzagate investigators following you so that this can help to inspire them to keep working. A massive thank you to everyone who is devoting their precious time to this.
Resteemed and thank you for your inspiration and your talent. All of our love together will make the difference in our journey towards our Awakened NEW EARTH.
Nam, I found out Perp no 1 has a daughter, no son. Think the one we're looking at is perhaps too young. See http://va.findacase.com/research/wfrmDocViewer.aspx/xq/fac.20111220_0000229.EVA.htm/qx
I do love poems that rhyme...Spice this poem with a pic or two to get better votes. IMHO
It's a shame the content had to be so depressing.
I don't know how to do that. My son came around to add one to my last poem but hes probably asleep now. I'll ask him tomorrow. Thanks for the advice.
It's a shame the poem did not receive more votes on composition alone.
No picture could accurately capture the content of this poem.
The subject has been a hushed one for too long.
This poem SCREAMS to be heard, but falls upon deaf ears.
History repeats itself.