Busted

Tweekers make meth by the light of the moon. They're spun and unaware that the end is coming soon. Outside there's a swat team lurking in the shade. They've gathered information from informants that they've paid. Now they have the evidence and a warrant to invade. It's a raid, it's a raid, and it's time to be afraid! The powerful ram crashes through the door. Ten gunned men shout, "GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!" They're startled into jumping, but the swat team caught them dumping. You can hear the children crying. In the corner meth is drying. Everyone is cuffed and up against the wall. Two children stand and watch their parents take the fall. The cops take each one and leads them down the hall. Each wonders why they ever started doing meth at all. A once happy family has now lost their home. The beds the children sleep in feel cold, not like their own. They knew it would happen, both had a feeling in their gut. Freedom lost is the cost, the bars slam shut.