What love is this, that dare not speak its name?
The love of children left without their dad -
knowing to mention daddy’s name makes mad
their mother. Kept like pawns to save the game,
the pain of hidden tears alone is theirs;
for mummy must enforce her sacred way.
Distorted legislation rules the day;
and mothers can dictate their children’s cares.
To make a man a monster needs no proof;
no facts will be considered, since the courts
lean only on the social worker’s thoughts -
from right and wrong they choose to stand aloof.
Your children, Britain, will insist the game
must change. Their love may never speak its name.