A short moment of flow through my mind, flashed, and I share it with you.
Depicting in artful motion, the tragedy of processing families through family courts.
In with hopeful hearts and out, naked and wailing in endless sorrow.
“Next” the court usher, declares, with a moment of tear, releases the waiting family into the wheels of hell on earth.
It is show time scheduling with the cash meters running and the taxes mounting.
It is real time tragedy.
Would you like a family photo Sir, the closing Jester meekly smiles; “only a dollar.”
They leave naked and cold and homeless into the night of winter winds and Christmas lights.
In with hopeful hearts and out, naked and wailing in endless sorrow.
“Next” the court usher, declares, with a moment of tear, releases the waiting family into the wheels of hell on earth.
It is show time scheduling with the cash meters running and the taxes mounting.
It is real time tragedy.
Would you like a family photo Sir, the closing Jester meekly smiles; “only a dollar.”
They leave naked and cold and homeless into the night of winter winds and Christmas lights.
A scene from my vivid thoughts.
Don Wesley
Don Wesley
