I am vulnerable and I have been so
My education and health very vital
Equalization, empowerment etal
Programs plus plans for my prosperity
Clothe me, shelter me, and pamper me
But for him...

Equal rights for him and me you advocate
But yours ends where mine begins it is asserted
He must be a responsible parent you demand
My bills and his heir's on his shoulder
But Only to adults can his custody be trusted
He's depressed, distressed - tired,
His trust broken and his refuge laughs at him
On the noose for solace he prefers

His murderers surround his grave
In disgust they cry of his untimely demise
Blames on filial instability rent the air
But..
Where could he run to?
To children right advocacy or to the folks?
He'd be the joke of the decade
The epitaph, to the murderers, reads Rest In Peace
But to me it reads, More Graves Coming