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Social Workers of Shame

Social workers who cared, gave the best that they had
Soft voices, caring hands, gave hope to the sad
For those workers we pray, have our love and praise
They are the Lord's messengers, blessed be all their days

Sadly there were some, who had hate in their heart
Not of the same mold, they pulled families apart
They would say they tried - gave us their best
makes one wonder, what their worst would have been?
Working in teams, to help mothers in stress
They came, they saw - and then:

Pulled families apart, scattered to the wind
None intervened, made them atone for their sins
"For their own good", was their valiant claim
This is their legacy, "social workers of shame"

Please help me, cried many mothers in need
"We will", they answered, and responded with speed
The help that they offered - lies witness to bare
For members of families, they had little care

They drafted up records, and sealed them from sight
and took the small children like theives in the night
Kept them from finding family or kin
When questioned, avoided - and lied to hide sins

But there is a bond - that is stronger than theirs
A bloodline of strength, and ties that do bind
And there is no worker that can win in the end
Because angels step in -- as only angels can

The families unite, and mend broken dreams
The blood in their veins, the genetics of genes
like magnets that pull, and firmly unite
form new bonds of love, bonds that hold tight

And who pays for the sins that caused such despair?
Who demands an accounting? Is there no-one who cares?
Have no fear, it will come, for that is God's way
They will pay for each crime on that final day

They will hear their sins read, one by one, from that book
have no where to hide - can't avoid the Lord's look
And when its all over, and life's day is done
payment for sins, is all they have won

For workers who cared, and had hearts of true gold
who made every effort to help families unfold
God will look upon them with grace and a smile
tell them heaven is theirs..for helping a child

So be careful my friend when you enter a home
Make sure your heart is pure, and agenda unscared
For the Lord sees it all, and knows of your plan
and the road that you travel, you will travel again



Written for my friend Sherry and those whose lives were touched, by "Social Workers of Shame"..........Joan 1999 This poem belongs to Sherry..it was written for her..and she can use this finished edition in any manner she pleases as it is her property now.

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