Fate of a Girl

The prompt Magpie Tales is a tough one this time. Took me a while to come up with a concept. 
Here it is.

They all gathered that night,
to decide the fate of a girl
born to an unholy mother
and father drowned in

They whispered, argued,sympathised,
racking their old posh mindset,
sipping malt and 
slices of cheese,
they all gathered that night.

Feast was laid for the matrons, 
Juicy turkey fillet
with whiskey and red wine.
And soon they forgot
They had gathered,
to decide the fate of a girl.

She looked on, the little girl,
hunched near corner pillar,
With broken heart and 
scares unattented,
by all those who had
gathered that night.

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