[03:10.00]They say every father loves his child.
[03:10.00]But they were left in the hands
[03:10.00]Of those who should have protected them.
[03:10.00]Abandonment has no face,
[03:10.00]But it leaves scars on the soul.
[03:10.00]There is no excuse to fill the space
[03:10.00]Where the hands that should have held them ought to be.
[03:10.00]Discarded children don’t scream,
[03:10.00]They learn to be silent.
[03:10.00]They eat what’s left of affection,
[03:10.00]Learned to fend for themselves,
[03:10.00]Because no one came back.
[03:10.00]No one is born knowing they’re disposable.
[03:10.00]It’s something learned
[03:10.00]In the mother’s averted gaze,
[03:10.00]In the father’s silence as he locks the door.
[03:10.00]The world doesn’t say “you don’t matter,”
[03:10.00]But it teaches it by practice.
[03:10.00]So they invented a witch,
[03:10.00]To hide the parents’ names.
[03:10.00]And left two small bodies
[03:10.00]Trying to understand the mistake they never made.
[03:10.00]Discarded children make no noise.
[03:10.00]No one wants to admit
[03:10.00]That fathers and mothers kill too—
[03:10.00]Sometimes with abandonment,
[03:10.00]With indifference,
[03:10.00]With silence that lasts for years.