Be Nosey

Out on our streets, the war goes on, teens so confused, thinking they are grown. Lurking out there, is the devils brew, who does he target, it is our youth. Parents are suspecting, something seems strange, who are these people, tell me some names. Once drug in, they can't drag out, this is where parents, must not nap. Hire someone, find out names, we must beat drugs, this is our country's shame. Prisons are flowing, the problem is growing, parents not knowing, we must show them. Visit downtown, they have a place, report what you know, it's not too late. Thank you Karen, this problem can't be ignored. When I read your poem, "The Other Mom", it broke my heart..