The Spoken word

I am your social worker,
I am here to save the day,
Because I have come to help you by,
Taking your kids away,
And while in your sorrows please do not fret
We have rules, that you must follow, and those you cannot forget.
You see, because I don’t record you, it’s really all up to me,
To write a report that seals your fate, And I write it all from memory,
and regardless of my reach, my lies, and my over zealous fibs, all of the evidence we have, will be tampered with,
I can get away with it,
I’m the government you see,
And with one stroke of my pen, your children will have to come with me,
My next victim could be anyone.
You or anyone you know, because warrants can come from anywhere, around and around we go…
This court room is a circus, it doesn’t seem real, but it’s all really happening, with me your fate was sealed
We just have to tell, a small little white lie, and with a grin, half open, slipped your child, goodbye!
With no rhyme or reason no real answer why, the children who really need my help, I have no interest to try,
The cases that shouldn’t stick, those good parents falsely chosen, those are the cases, I am interested in keeping open.
I get a thrill out of watching it, seeing families torn apart,
For me, ripping your children away is my intention from the start,
So in your grief I smile, for a job well done, you see, I only did what was best, best for everyone.
From my hands you can’t hide, my power you cannot outrun,
Be careful of what you tell me, or I’ll take your daughters and sons,
Whenever I may call you, please take my advice, don’t say one word to me, no matter how enticed,
Do not return my phone call, change your numbers, and hide, because even your attorneys can’t help you, neither will YOUR RIGHTS!!

I am just telling my story