An Advocate’s Lament
everywhere I look my lord their hearts you know are broken they place him in another home my lord, please tell all the children
the hours turn to days your parents are still trying by now he must be asking the anger builds inside him
the freedom doesn’t last long my lord, please tell all the children © Melissa A. Boisen
the children are in need,
there must be something we can do
perhaps I ought to lead.
as we listen to their sigh,
the worker tells them it’s all right
when the child begins to cry.
and tell him they’ll be back,
they promise to come visit
before he has to pack.
that we’re trying hard each day,
to stand up for our little ones
and find a better way.
and the days turn into years,
the child isn’t home yet
but they tell him not to fear.
at least that’s what they heard,
now be sure to get your grades up
and no fighting or bad words.
doesn’t anyone still care,
they tell him he’s a gift from god
and life just isn’t fair.
until he finally sees,
that if he breaks another window
they’re bound to set him free.
a wish to see the stars,
but it’s going to be quite difficult
behind those metal bars.
that we’re trying hard each day,
to stand up for our little ones
and find a better way.