Betrayed

                                       Betrayed by the Ray’s of the Sun—
                                       The light that shines bright with wrong fun
                                       On young lives that don’t know the game
                                       To which they are the prey of shame.
                                       The shameful light will hurt your son
                                       And proclaim she holds no blame.

                                       The Ray possessed by twisted think,
                                       With a mind drunk on the wrong-drink.
                                       In the glass, a child on the net
                                       Being destroyed by the drunk’s threat.
                                       And into the drink they will sink
                                       As she makes innocence her pet.

                                       Sexual abuse on the screen,
                                       Victims of the rays of the queen.
                                       Pouring through to those that can’t tell
                                       That they are victims born of hell.
                                       Victims seduced into the scene
                                       By the woman with evil’s spell.

                                       Bright light, Bright light covered in night,
                                       Bringer of destruction’s delight,
                                       Crawling into the dark of mind,
                                       Seeking the innocence you’ll find
                                       That you can entice and excite
                                       To becoming blind to your kind.

                                       Darkness blinded by its own lust
                                       Gets dressed in light wearing disgust.
                                       The predator of your young boys,
                                       Playing with them like they are toys,
                                       Going slow and building their trust,
                                       All in the dark absent of noise.

                                       Monitor their computer bytes
                                       So you know how they spend their nights.
                                       Risk their anger and save their lives
                                       From the Ray with her wicked drives;
                                       Better some anger and some fights
                                       Than the pain when evil arrives.