06/11/2026
Dear Mr. President
The story was told once , twice
Somehow it's still quiet online
The children are still missing
Still crying , still lost
Still screaming out
for mommy !?
But, she doesn't answer
She never answers !
Where is she ?
I don't think mama is old enough!
Let's be honest
Is she old enough?
The stories are whispers
Lies told so quietly
It feels like her stories
are never heard out loud
As if to say she is a
just a lost angry princess
In a fable she never asked to be in
Turned into a nightmare
No one wants to witness
Survivors spoken out once before
The world went silent
As if a plaque hit our streets
and we must turn the other way .
But the little baby laying on the floor
with her underwear rip
Bleeding out in agony
Time after time
Her cries echo
Thru halls filled with men
In suits and ties filled with darkness
Waiting for their turn
to have a taste of innocence
To refill their youth, their political reign
In a world gone so cold
How are children worth so much less
When will enough be enough?
How many children!
We Are Not Angry ENOUGH!
