Where's Santa ?

Oh innocence created 
how knows your life ?
into fearsome and abysmal existence
of suffering and premature extinction
An ever recurring horror story
no Carousel to apart
no safe haven to play and grow
realise joys a child should know
Starved of freedom food and future
if survival with an uncured despise
no great good deed could ever arise
Given the difference
how high your aspire?
snuffed out like a candle
through demented craved desire
Where's wind of wisdom?
to move your inevitable fate
so amend a constant helpless pitiful state
Silent sadness for 'what's to say?'
a small being has a zero sway
For all who witness with damning shame
may humanities eternal tears
account your inconsolable erasure

Oh innocence created
Where is your Santa?