Superior Court Judges Have No Souls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring into vacant eyes, wondering where a person's
soul is.
Hills of sand, unending horizons, raking interiorly,
beings of goodness.
How can a cold, bitter person ruin lives of so many
innocent people?
Where are the channels of gentleness and kindness
hidden, while worlds of children are crumpling within?
These are questions which no one has given answers to
and I wonder why not.
While innocent children are being torn from loving
fathers, where are the eyes of souls who are supposed
to be helping protect them?
Judges of Superior Courts why have you turned your
hearts against those little ones who need your help
so desperately?