Alienated Children

Soon I will see my children,
Christmas once a week.

Soon their voice will be heard,
Despite all the spite that they bear.

soon their will will matter,
Three welcome the day,
only judges that matter.

Given a choice,
given a voice,

I wonder I wonder.

The Warden be wary,
for what you lay down.

eyes see not through yours,
they have their own mind.

control is subjective,
best earn respect,

or never to reach them,
Small arms reaching out.

they need their Daddy,
their Daddy needs them.

why can't you see this?
why do you hurt them?

TQS