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It dawned upon me one day as I walked
Situations are ignored and of them we don't talk
On the street where I lived, seems like decades ago
Lived an assortment of young men I came to know
Drug's many illusions they all did chase
Brain waste showed clearly on their haggard face
Many were rastah men and others were ex-cons
Who choose to be renegades and homeless vagabonds
They lived all together in an abandoned yard
All were weed smokers who didn't work hard
They'd rush to wash cars with buckets in tow
While their eyes were roving around to and fro
Roaming the streets they'd know what went on
Tho they'd sleep all day and became quite withdrawn
Each day for their breaskfast they had a coke
Just living on hand outs from passing folks
Night time for them was like the day to behold
For like insects they'd crawl out of each dirty hole
But I kept my eyes opened as quick were their hands
Stealing was their trade mark as drugs were their demands
My heart went out to these unfortunate boys
When I had left overs they'd receive them with joy
They were very polite as I passed by their hood
Anything for me they would do if they could
I pictured my own kids all alone and forlorn
Begging for food on the streets when I'm gone
copyright©2007Irene
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Note:
Remembering the young men who lived on my street.
They are still living there, to my knowledge.
Drugs has hooked them firmly in it's deathly hands!
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