The Bad Children: Serrated Edges Left Behind

What becomes of the children; serrated edges left behind from a knife withdrawn then wiped clean. Our past and present their future. How soon we forget when we have something to regret. Somebody please fix my child say the parents who have tried everything. The authorities comply, gladly hiding your mistakes in mountains of paperwork concealed behind cold steel bars. Here the pariah swallows his first force fed meal of consequence and fully digests its nutritional value while his parents are wrapped in a cozy blanket, comforted by the masses for their loss, and remain free to roam the world.