Under God, with Liberty and Justice for Those Who Can Pay for the Best Lawyer

Paint me a scene, filled with vibrant, dancing hues,
Of a child playing, laughing, learning to tie his shoes.
Draw me a picture, of rugged and smeared lines,
Of their mother, jaded, and in court, unable to pay her fines.
Write me a story, with official terms and speech,
Of their justification for taking his mother from his reach.

Fast forward in time, till the hand reaches ten,
A decade passed, no longer way back when.
She returns, her boy, a man, tall and grown,
A fright for her. He's no longer her own.

Paint me a scene, full of abstract feelings within,
Of an anxious meeting, between mother and kin,
Draw me a picture, with graceful curves and arcs,
Of tears shed, and smiles drawn by kind remarks
Write me a story, lucidly filled with adjectives of joy,
Of a mother, returned to her little boy.