Dear Social worker…

You hold in your hands

The future of this child

Your disregard and arrogance

Translates into his trauma

A mother’s heart aches to hold

A little boy screams nights alone

Old enough to want her arms

No power of speech yet to ask…

Who is the highest authority

To speak on his behalf

Who has the absolute say

On where his future lies?

Step in oh King

And take Your place

Of Advocate and Magistrate

Make clear the way

And smooth the path

May mother’s arms be filled at last

And little one sleep safe and sound

Forever family home at last.



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