A Social Workers Poem (By Ian Josephs)

I am a social worker, I'm really very nice;
I help you loving mothers, and give you good advice.

Your partner has departed, your income is too low;
I'm really very sorry ALL your kids will have to go!

Your partner is abusive, he beats you black and blue;
We'll soon be there to help you, and take your children too.

You have a learning problem, you're really not too clever;
We'll have your kids adopted, when can you see them? NEVER!

Your son is hyperactive, you need a brief respite.
We'll soon take ALL your children, give up the hopeless fight!

Your child was taken into care so many years ago;
If now you have a baby that too will have to go!

Foster parents love your kids, to get some more they seek;
For each one brings a tidy sum, £400 per week.

Children's homes are run by us, where paedophiles abound;
Each time we cover up abuse, the 'gutter press' come round.

They said adoptions would work the best, we soon proved they would;
Fathers shout and Mothers cry, their kids are gone for good!

What happens in our special courts? Our Experts they will say;
You're a danger to your children, so we'll take them ALL away.

Your children may be healthy, happy and well fed;
But one day you might hurt them, that's what our experts said.

The judges know that we are right, with us they will agree;
They dare not risk another course, you have no chance you see.

Our special courts are secret, so don't you breathe a word;
Of what goes on inside those walls, no matter how absurd.

We'll get your kids adopted, and don't you dare complain;
Or you'll end up in prison, and I won't say that again!

We have adoption targets, they must be met you see;
Failure means a reprimand, so spare a thought for me!


By Ian Josephs (A Very Social Worker)