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Sick

You put pictures up of everyone smiling.
All of it buries the sounds of children crying.
None of this causes post traumatic stress?
All you have to do is pass the torture test.
You all put yourselves on pedestals.
Give yourself a pat on the back for putting restraints on a child.
Believe it or not, they’re being traumatized forever.
You say you understand?
You never, ever will.
If they could speak, they’d be able to give a worldwide speech on why the human race isn’t one to trust.
Everyone who disagrees is making a fuss?
Well, you tell me; restraints, blind folds?
You might as well be called the garden of sadism.
Back away and carry on as the beast is tamed.
And this is how you get your fame?
Is this a sick game?
A child doesn’t belong behind a helmet.
Nor do their eyes belong behind a shield to startle them out of their behavior.
You all think you’re their saviors?
You’re their worst enemies.
If people really knew, you’d all be thru.
You may know how to keep them together, but this isn’t going to last forever.
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