“Think of the children” she tells her little brother after he refuses to turn off the light. A lie they both knew.

“Think of the children” she tells her mother in line when she won’t buy her a cookie.

“Think of the children” she says ending her work presentation.

“Think of the children” she tells the man she is trying to sell to.

“Think of the children” she preaches to the masses as she declares war.

“Think of the children? Ha.” A teenager mocks as she stand over her a gun pointed towards the dictators heart.

“Think of the children? Really?” The teen mocks again before pulling the trigger.

“But…Think- of the children”the dictator gasps her blood spilling over the marble floors.

Think of the children, the dictators last thought. Always and forever a lie.