Many children miss their father, yet never understand,
That love was stolen by a cruel, unseen hand.
A whisper, a lie, a story untrue,
Turned their laughter to silence, their skies to blue.
Many children search, their hearts torn in two,
Not knowing their father longs for them too.
False words built walls too high to climb,
A father erased, as if lost in time.
Many children wait, with hope in their eyes,
Yet the law, like a shadow, feeds them disguise.
A case, a claim—cold ink on a page,
Locks love behind a courtroom cage.
Many children dream of a touch, a play,
Yet one parent’s spite keeps joy away.
A father’s arms, a place so warm,
Denied, dismissed—a love forlorn.
Oh, justice, awaken! Oh, truth, be heard!
For childhood fades like a fleeting bird.
Let not the innocent bear this cost,
For in this battle, love is lost.