Fields of green
skies the deepest blue
behind white picket fences
lies a horrible truth

Homes so pretty all neat in a row
know one talks outside
protected domes

So much sorrow
so much hate
its pain no one should take

Two little girls one ten one eight
being raped by dad but its them mom hates

Off to live with grandma they will go but there problems wont fade only grow
fields of green
skies the deepest blue
behind white picket fences
lies a horrible truth

vincent armone

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