Fields of green
skies the deepest blue
behind white picket fences
lies a horrible truth
Homes so pretty all neat in a row
know one talks outside
protected domes
So much sorrow
so much hate
its pain no one should take
Two little girls one ten one eight
being raped by dad but its them mom hates
Off to live with grandma they will go but there problems wont fade only grow
fields of green
skies the deepest blue
behind white picket fences
lies a horrible truth
vincent armone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-picket-fences/
