Short Sociallost Poems

Crown Ward

stigma shadows the word
crown ward 
foster care 
billions made every year
with stolen children
profits are near 
prejudice blinds your eyes 
children taken every day
here 
and near  
parents love them 
fight to keep 
children lost 
taken in your sleep 
courts take them 
one foster home 
becomes the tenth
love is lost 
business grows 
money is made 
on broken homes 
eighteenth birthday 
comes
child tossed 
new ones 
to find 
and take away