For the blind, who will not see

We are not the enemy
Even though we've never met
I can hear your voice
Crying to the wind from worries

Mother's now single because your husband did wander
Struggling to find a new way to survive
Searching with your broken dreams
For some good in this life
Worried for your children, too young
To see the blight placed on them and you
By the callous test of life's unfair twist.

Men tested by Life and found wanting
Unable to see the effects of your decisions
Pride, your failure and your fault, husbands
Abandoning your future placed in the eyes of the son
Allowing your momentary lust to place you
Beneath the steps of the animals you were intended to shepherd
Your face is blurred from sight by your duplicity.

Children born in hope to parents of promise
I hear your cries unchecked from birth
You are growing up in the world of hunger and sickness
Mother's milk dried in the sagging breast of starvation
While the world looks on and gives to liars and thieves
Dressed in the promises of Charity and Love
“In God We Trust”