White vans driving down the street
Hunting for some kid, just a little treat
Then all hell breaks out, where has she gone
But that was just the beginning, she was just a pawn
One becomes two, and two becomes three, three becomes four
But they still want more
Mothers are crying and fathers are screaming
The children are weeping
It gets too tough
The friends and family have had enough
So what happens next
It's quite complex
But just watch out for those white vans driving down the street
Because they might be looking for a kid to beat.
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Poems for Jay ❤️
Poetry1. All poems written by me. 2. Jay is not my boyfriend, he's a close friend that has inspired me to write poems. 3. If you ever want to post/share one of my poems shout me out cause their mine. Twitter- Helena_Vat 4. The pictures, with each poem...
