I see her squirming, poor child, lost child
she chews her nails reviled, lost child.
Her father glowers, his brows protrude
he cracks his knuckles, he's riled, lost child.
Mousy mother, her shoulders rounded rocks
through thick glass, I watch beguiled, lost child.
The sergeant lights a match, baby burns
the flame leaps in her eyes, wild, lost child
The papers edge is singed, now, she laughs
her parents turn away, the case is filed, lost child.
Through the glass I sigh, she giggles still
another day in hell, she smiled, lost child.
The foster home will know nothing now
will it burn, perhaps, she smiled, lost child.