The Damage Done

What becomes of all the ones by careless hands betrayed, Those left alone all on their own deserted and afraid, To face the ire of future dire when none puts forth a hand, And doomed to fear and less of cheer throughout a young life span, And left to fail without avail and downward spiral sent, Though without aid the dye is made and hearts an open rent. So weep for those who in the throes of pain were left alone. Deserters all who watched it all and never did atone.