Suffer The Little Children

There you are standing all alone, 
Waiting for the judge to sit back on his throne. 
His cronies are present and aware, 
Of all your sickness and despair.

The verdict all of them knew,
Already knowing hours before you,
Scoffing at your plight,
Children taken away at their delight.

You leave the courtroom in sadness,
Knowing lies led to this madness.
Your children ripped from your arms,
Those instant seconds set alarms.

Where are they, how are they?
Now they are a narcissist’s prey.
An empty house, an empty room,
Their fate you wonder with doom.

Wishing true justice did exist, 
While watching the corruption persist.
Others will follow, you have not won,
Children will suffer for nothing they have done.