Money and Blood
She looks at the boy who took her mother,
The boy who is her son's brother.
Only for money, money and drugs,
Was her Mama's blood spilled on the rug.
She watched silently in the court,
For days, through evidence they did sort.
Guilty was the final verdict;
It wasn't hard to predict.
As she stood ready for her last words,
To her son, she heard the birds.
She thought carefully, a heart so sore,
"If I can't have my mom, you can't have yours."
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