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The
Children's Aid abducted us from our friends and
families
Using chainsaws of authority, they cut down our
family trees
Once your stuck in foster care, you wind up
living God knows where
Shipped around like a piece mail, till sixteen
years when you can bail
To our natural familes, were not allowed to
speak
Group home staff are too afraid, us little rats
will squeak
They make our file summaries in attempts to
satisfy
But cut out all the crap they did and leave us
with a lie
They keep our lives a secret, from the public
and the press
So nobody can witness this manufactured mess
They say our files are secret so that they can
protect us
But in reality, it's so they can repress us
Bound by confidentiality, what a lovely phrase
Hiding sanctioned child abuse for 48,000 days
The longer they procrastinate in giving us our
lives
The bigger and more fortified become the crown
ward hives
*2006 Written By Former Crown Ward
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