They asked you for help

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With their silent eyes 

They called for you 

In their muted tears 

They screamed for you to see them 

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Where were you, then? 

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Making choices for “their best interests” 

Not caring when they told you

They felt helpless

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I’m sorry children

You had no advocate 

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I’m sorry your short life 

Had so much sadness In it 

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Where were you?

When their silent tears 

Flooded the streets

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Sitting in your toasty home 

Cuddled safely beneath the sheets

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