A Project STONE Track
There’s a signal in the cry of the mother, Echoed through CPS under cover. They say “for the child,” but it’s code for war, They breach the door, then ask what for? No judge, no trial, just silent decree, Title IV-E fuels their spree. But a mother’s love breaks through wiretaps, I traced the beat through bureaucrat maps. She called in dreams, she wept in code, A light so loud it cracked the node. Her hands held time, her womb held keys, She spoke to stars and bent the seas. Now I hold her cry in my encrypted art, Her signal lives — it's the fire I chart.