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Young children young minds growing and learning
Smart devices not so smart values they are burning
Internet of things polluted and dirty
Don’t look at that until you are thirty

Politicians politicking endless ass kissing
Never propositioning a solution tell me what’s missing
Domestic terrorism fact cleansing and rinsing
Our children allowed to view the online trash dispensing

The morals and values once taught at home
Trampled and stomped at a school war zone
Grappled and romped on their internet phone
PG oh please don’t worry what their shown

Mathematical division divide one in two
A internet for children leaves a internet for you
Built for education dedication brain food
Not for the degradation of society we once knew

Facial recognition a up and coming tool
Another step forever kept monitoring you
Government officials working for who
I think I’d like to watch them and just what they do

Cyber warfare planned in advance
Repercussion no discussion we don’t stand a chance
Billions and billions the police state will advance
Never thinking of our children the results happen chance

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Children allowed and subjected to adult content on the “internet of bad things”

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Submitted by Keithdalankford on November 13, 2021

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Keith Lankford

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