A roach
came stuttin
across my bedroom
floor,
like it was beyond
reproach,
or was
some sexy-lookin
whore,
and if I hadn’t
snuffed it,
left it
alive,
I know it would’ve
come right up
and gave me
five!!!!!!!
Whose children are these? Who do these children belong to?
With no power to look over,
He look at them sleeping,
Exhaustion overwhelming hunger, barely
Protect with burlap from the cold
Cabin.... WHOSE CHILDREN ARE THESE? by Gearld Barrax.