Poetry

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Caught In The Crossfire



Dark side of reality filled with pain,

children born without knowing love,

where drug addiction is the only game,

never seeing the light of heaven above.



In the night the little babies will often cry,

Mom and Dad with a needle in their arm,

surviving in the mist of who knows why,

they learn of drug’s hardship and charm.



Bellowing in the hallows of a dark night,

society’s good people put up a deaf ear,

little lives left alone in a constant fright,

tending to themselves they shed a tear.



Struggling little babies fight to survive,

from morning light to the end of the day,

the room in which they live is such a dive,

second fiddle to drugs is their only way.



The forgotten souls lost in passing time,

sad reality of a drug addict’s lonely den,

while we seem to put them from our mind,

suffering will continue to who knows when.





Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences

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