The Courts Poem by cheryl davis miller

The court's careless and callous,
clueless and cold.
With out any regard
for the lives which they hold,
in their legal hands,
to determine the way,
a child spends his life,
day after day.

On to the next case
and a higher position,
no matter the consequence
or the condition,
of the life he will lead
in his father's hands,
it matters not,
the law stands as it stands.

Tell us who listens
to sad little cries,
of sad little boys,
saying woesome good-byes.
Blood has not bothered,
in these four years hense,
that he should get custody,
just makes no sense.

But on to the next case,
and why shed a tear.
New sad set of circumstance,
this court must hear.
Pleading for wisdom,
you may as well rest your case.
Common sense has vanished,
foolishness takes its place.

c.d.m.2011