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!