Broken Home

I take you to a home where passion once flourished
The love is far gone now; dead, ashen, malnourished
Where there were intimate moments, smiles and delight
Has decayed hideously into contrite, vile bile and spite
A fight and mild disdain, evolved into wild, piled up pain
Now only torn emotion, broken hearts, and a child remain
Too young to know the difference his life is innocence
Manages to escape the violent strife through ignorance
I stand amazed by youth's ability for adaptation
Halls echo with loud screams, hostility and accusations
"Are you telling me I'm to blame for your infidelity?
Sometimes I doubt that's even my kid, well is he?"
"I'll stop at nothing short of taking you to court to see
The baby means I have to resort to you supporting me"
When they look into the child's eyes they only see a prize
To win each don a disguise, plant seeds for a tree of lies
Tangled amongst the long branches the lonely youth dangles
Yet the judge's perception reaches deep, even with truth mangled
He dissects the deception, the objections are shady
Recognizes the lack of affection for the baby
Steps in to end this terrible metaphor for tug-of-war
Takes the child as his own, so there are love and hugs in store
Parents really only upset that neither one of them won
Indifferent to the new life that has begun for their son