Thursday, July 03, 2003
Esther's Poem "DFC"
From: julia phillips phillipsfamily12@yahoo.com>
To: jail_mo@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Esther's Poem "DFC"
Date sent: Tue, 1 Jul 2003 10:52:51 -0700 (PDT)
Dear Friends and Family,
Last night I was packing up my oldest daughter's room, and I ran across this poem she had written over a year ago. She has been gone from us now since February of 2002. I wept when I read this. Esther was only 15 when she wrote this poem. I didn't realize how much insight into the corruption of the "system" Esther really had. Can you folks hear the pathos in this poem? She lost her parents and her 9 siblings, and she knows the truth why. I would like for her poem to be sent to whoever you think needs to hear it.
Thanks.
Julie
DFC*
You sit there for hours
With nothing to do,
While they use their powers
To work against you.
They pick you apart
And tell all their lies.
They tear out your heart,
Ignoring your cries.
They think they're so cool.
They think they're so nice.
They're just like a mule,
And inside they're like ice.
You're never innocent,
No matter what you say.
They're like a mad elephant.
They'll stomp you anyway.
You'll never be free
From their owl eyes.
The DFC
Can mess up your lives.
Beware, Beware
Of their evil claws.
They really don't care
About any laws.
I really hope
You never will see,
And never have to cope
With how cruel they can be.
So stay in your houses,
And stay in your farms.
They'll rip your kids
Right out of your arms.
They'll put them in homes
You'll never see.
They'll leave them alone--
Just ask me.
Enough's been submitted
About this organization.
If they're permitted,
They'd tear up our nation.
By Esther Phillips, age 15
*DFC stands for Division of Family and Children
posted by Vetzine
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