My heartfelt thoughts in poetry form for the battered family fighting to get their kids back from Norway’s creepy CPS claws! The P in CPS stands now for persecution!!! Feel free to pass it on!

Return Our Kids, Barnevernet!

The plague of death and separation
That comes without appointment or request
A dire form of harsh-felt tribulation
Label of terror and immense distress
Your name preceded by your deeds: Barnevernet!

It doesn’t knock, it doesn’t call ahead
Devoid of souls and without duly conscience
They find a lamb and quickly set their net
To pick the fruits of deepest love
And smash them mercilessly in the process….

Dark souls with only profit in their focus
Have made themselves a banner: ~Web Of Lies~
Rolling in dough they do seem rather fearless,
Yet underneath the kindness of their victims
Their hearts are sinking in the deep abyss.

For years you’ve crushed the children’s dreams
For decades you have been the Grinch
This year, you completely missed the address
You stole the children of the King of Kings!
But this may well be your swift, sore undoing!

We know God works in mysterious ways,
With little things He can bring down the great
This time the curse of the Almighty
Will bring you down, Barnevernet
And all who side with you or stay indifferent.

What kind of good excuse can you provide
To rip the babe from mother’s breast?
When all of nature nurtures young alike
You creepy monster want to fight against?
The day of reckoning will crush your nest!

The “noble cause” you speak about in print
Has been no more than disillusion
Or better yet a mask, of cruel intentions
Glued with high profits, kissed by the lips of death
You are a predator, a thief, a lynching creep.

The world arises justly to condemn you,
And this great giant is now wide awake – beware!
It’s best that you concede before your peril,
Our hearts in sync, our voices will unite
And fight against you with the fiercest fire.

The tears of the children ripped by you
Have overflowed the oceans of the world
Enough to bury all of you inside it
And suffocate your soulless heart for good
So that you never hurt another child no more!

The overbearing gross indoctrination
Of lawlessness and quid- pro -quo
Has made the world a bleaker place to be in
And yes, it’s majorly because of you
And your demonic marshals without grace.

You ugly judges in the pageant of their broken lives
That is your masterpiece, Barnevernet!
You steal the perfect dolls and reassign them
But not before you break them in your nest
And thus, a mass destruction, you achieved, at best.

Torn from the source of their safekeeping
Their tears reached high and soaked the earth
We’ve had enough! Now give us back what’s ours!
You never had the right in the first place!
Your name we’ll bury next to Hitler’s bed.

Georgeta Ulici December 30, 2015

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