I Still Even Now Dream About You Poem by James McLain

I still dream about you but
they won't let me.
Having been robbed of your childhood,
just like me.

Children are better if their parents
Have money,
And do even better with two loving parents.

In Florida, in Hernando County, D.C.F.
Worker's,
Think a child's better off, without that above of
Which I speak of.

The Judge just recently said, that my thirteen year
Old daughter has been through hell.
Without addressing the unspoken truth, that I at her
Age,
In that very same county lived in a wilderness camp called
Camp E-How-Kee.

Where the father's of these Judges knew we as small children
We're sexually and physically and psychology abused.
Many are dead now and a few are alive in Florida's prison's.

It's not a question of having the ball's to work to change this.
To blame the children by them they abused, protecting those,
Whom should carry the blame.
By still making a profit off all these abused children.
From D.C.F.
Creating false alligations without proper direction and
The Judge's that allow them to do it.