The trial is over,
voices ringing in,
you’ve won, are vindicated,
You have what you wanted?
There is no game
in these deep, dark struggles.
Each day fills with questions, evaluations,
looking at innocent faces and asking
what are their needs?
Each of us might be right,
yet twisted from the perspective
of childhoods, values, cultures.
Yet all is so severe, so critical,
their lives hinged in the balance,
while pseudo learned people
battle out their beliefs
in unending churning.
So the fates are sealed,
children’s lives are changed,
their lives lived by decree,
imposed upon them by the well meaning.
So I won, you proclaim?
Look at their tear-stained faces,
witness their rage, hear the whine of confusion.
Why can’t those adult voices realize
that when young lives are at stake
innocent lives, there is no winning,
in divorce, in custody, everyone looses.