FOWC with Fandago ~ Castaway

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Our children pawns in your sick game

Your goal unfocused by their imbedded pain

Feed them lies,  change their views

You believe protection in your abuse

Manipulate memories, distort their joy

The smiles of youth forever destroyed

Act the part, fake a heart

Oscar-worthy in your sick art

Tears of a Croc. flow in your pleas

Sympathy stolen from all who believe

These ways of yours are prone to last

Neglecting the damage after your time has passed

I stand alone in knowing your ways

Yearning for closure to these darkest of days

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Written for Fandago’s FOWC Challenge prompt ~ “Prone”