God's name

In the light of remembrance, and at night,
Sometimes, probably in vain,
But do not be afraid of damage
And we do not risk the abyss for nothing.

Annoying stupid kid.
So bedevils hem maternity:
You'll howl any minute, cry awake,
Then he groans and asks for butterscotch.

That screams hysterically, to the ringing,
It scares the sullen posture…
And mother spanked-love,
Yes, and flog if – to good use.

And around savage faces
Violent fighters for the idea…
Can I rely on such people?
On such whether still hope?

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.