New Kind of Orphan

Fatherless
And Adrift
Between two worlds
Where they live
Where they land
Will they make it?
Will they stand?
Homeless
And Alone
Between two adults
There they float
Their time spent
Who will catch them?
What tears are rent?
Voiceless
And Ignored
What shadow is cast?
What idea is scorned?
Who will speak for them?
Who mediates the forlorn?
Powerless
And meek
We provide the shelter
For the little ones
Our protection they need.
We give voice to those
Who can’t shout loud enough.
We dry the tears of
The eyes searching for love.
We pour the water of life
Into mouths parched and dry.
How can you look past them?
They are right by your side:
They are the new orphans;
Their parents divorced.
Now they are homeless:
Tossed back and forth.
You can ignore them
Or discount their pain,
But we see them,
We listen
And help wipe away the stain--
Of the sin that isn’t theirs.

By:
Ben Wilcox