As a child I grew up hearing how music is an international language from my mom, the music teacher. This has been quoted countless times over, and may have its origins in a quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow who called music a universal language of mankind. so too is human emotions like pain and suffering..and love.
I want to share with the community a song I stumbled on to tonight. I am not going to wrap it in the fictional writing that I customarily do, because one must hear it in its naked state. This song brought tears to my eyes as I listened to this woman's cry for help. In YouTube this is called 'Free Protest Song Against CPS Abuses.' but you scroll in the YouTube link and read the real title is 'The Hand That Robs the Cradle.' This has an eastern cultural music style - free of the western chords and structure. It may be a bit unfamiliar or primitive to the ear. But the words and sad music more than speak to the heart of the plight suffered by families. I will share the lyrics below.
As this is free, perhaps could make use of the music or words in some beneficial manner in an effort to fight the evils of the CPS.
The Hand That Robs the Cradle
Written December 31 2009
Verse 1
Sacrifice and pain to bring forth a new life,
Have no value to eyes that have always been closed,
For they belong to those who sow injustice and strife,
A child crying for his grieving mother so that the vengeful can boast.
Chorus:
Child Protective Agencies only protect sorrow,
An anonymous caller bent on revenge will
make your life hell tomorrow.
Verse 2 A
Where is my mommy?" a little boy wonders,
Without knowing that his mother's heart is breaking because he's gone,
One more victim on the list of those who goon making blunders,
As families are destroyed so that some can
make money while avengers have fun.
Verse 2 B
Broken families and many broken hearts,
Are the legacy of unlawful interference,
The hand that robs the cradle imparts,
The curse of injustice to those who must
survive through perseverance.
Verse 3 A
God please do justice for the downtrodden,
Don't let the hand that robs the cradle take my baby away,
For black hearts see the tears of others as golden,
Rain brings flowers but social workers ourkids' future slay.
Verse 3 B
You know that your child is so intelligent and special,
But now they've put false labels on him and
want to place him in Special Ed,
So many so-called experts want to make money from your treasure,
And as you see your child's future destroyed for the gain of others your face turns red.
Verse 4
There's a child suffering and a lunatic laughing,
Tears on small cheeks are like candy to those who falsely accuse,
Bizarre events makes you marvel at all thatis happening,
When power over your life is given the result is always abuse.
SHEET MUSIC
Below you will see page one of the sheet music to this song. The full score is many pages and can be found here -The Hand That Robs The Cradle
A WORD FROM THE SONGWRITER
'I am distributing this protest song for free. You can distribute the recording and use the instrumental accompaniment and sheet music for protests and gatherings. I only ask attribution. I composed this song because I saw that there were no protest songs against CPA/CPS/DCYF abuses, and as I have been victimized by this agency I wanted to contribute something to the challenge.'
God leads us in His direction. I was led to share this tonight. However music is not the only international language. So too is kindness, compassion, love, understanding and selflessness. May you share these languages and gifts with others in your world today as you bring hope to the hopeless...and as we all work to make the lives of families and children happier.
FAMILY PROTECTION
THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO THE PROTECTION Of FAMILIES AND CHILDREN EVERYWHERE! God bless the folks who are speaking out for others. I encourage you to support their cause and support the bloggers who expose this tyranny and injustice. I want to offer a shout out to
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in gratitude for all their efforts in this cause. Support
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