Thugs, Thieves, and Cut Throats
One thing is for sure here in these places
That demons are abundant with childlike faces
Assassins lurk about unyielding to their task
Though they bare no threat or mask
Passersby wont even blink when they see
That children are deadly to you and me
For shelter and bread are motives enough to kill
Emotionless beast without passion or thrill
Society made such creatures who seek refuge
Among the darker demons who’s lives are abuse
Rat infested accommodations are what WE provide
Mediocre medical care dooms there already damaged pride
So to the streets many run away too!
Some clever enough to grasp the truth
Bands of hooligans are what the uppers call there hoards
Beatings and sickness are what they can only afford
Survival becomes priority number one in life
Normal relationships never manifested only strife
Councilors, priest, and the police bring them back to hell
Trapped in the Orphanage is like being in a cell.
On sale to highest bidder is slavery plain to all
Or maybe like puppies you pick up at the mall
Some of the lucky ones find legitimate foster care
Others return with bruises and more nightmares
Money is a primary factor to these so called foster adults
People who can’t take care of themselves much less other souls
So I say to those who are in search of another income search elsewhere
Leave it to those who truly, truly care!
Back to those on the streets come to a place
Where a smile can return to your dirty face
SCHOOL!
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2007
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