Child I saw you.
Where only joy should be found; innocent tears streamed.
You could hold your head high in my court,
But there you bowed low holding it in still untainted hands.
I heard their accusations.
I heard their deceit and unwarranted anger.
I saw the judges
And, I watched you as they passed sentence and took you down.
They have closed around you.
They have silenced you.
They have restrained you.
They have hidden you away in their lies. Does it feel like a midnight so