Beckon to the Little Ones (Casualties of the System)

A call for change

 We hide the many casualties

Of the law that bends the truth

A system blind to the reality

Of the collateral damage of our youth

 

Just for sake of money

To keep grease on the wheel

That’s broken by deceit in the law

Denying just what’s real

 

I know I’ve had my issues

And struggle through the same

When compounded with the legal lies

Of the ‘protected’ that play the game

 

For one to lose everything

For a mistake made, you’ll see

Is to cast him to the wolves

With hardly a chance for recovery

 

The system that’s perpetual

Self sustaining in its own right

To become productive in society, to start again

Becomes an overwhelming fight

 

A nation built on dreams

Barely offered in a locked society

That can break a man locked inside out

Condemned by the righteous with the righteous iniquity

 

What about the effects

Begun onto the little ones

In a system that perpetuates itself

Without a remedy begun

 

Sure, there are two sides to this

With the scales of justice on the brink

When they make victims of the families they serve

Will bring our society to sink

 

To offer a new way with hope

Giving human sacrifices, opportunity to show

They are not faceless ‘numbered’ dollar signs

They are people, with families, to grow

 

This won’t work for everyone

There’s always some casualty

To err on the side of hope would change the world

Building more positive society