The Children Come First

Now isn't the time for your careers
when the trust of helpless feet
run to your twisted fears
Then hate begins to enter in
Will the shrug of your shoulders
mold their hearts within
Their taught how to walk
by the stranger you pay
who resemble the role
mom and dad should display
There's nothing you can buy them
and your words have no meaning
they were not born to lose you
nor comprehend that meaning
The battle is raging
in kid's everywhere
They cry and they fight
for a life that is fair
Soft sighs in the window
dreaming only in vain
Wondering what could be worth more
then their neglect and pain
Who are you working for if not
for yourselves?
entrapped by the Jones, maybe
that materialistic spell?
The children will go
as soon as they grow and you've
nothing to hold them nor
bring them back home
Money won't matter but then
you'll be old
knowing the price
you paid wasn't worth all of earth's gold
Those with careers might raise a brow
for the sake of your children, and forever vow now
The kid's come first.