The Big Boss
Candy men work under the umbrella of the Big Boss
They deliver drugs and they are the most dangerous thugs
I have been wounded more than once and I am in pain
I am a soft target and they can hurt me again
Where there is no justice there is wrong exercise of freewill
They are beasts and acrimonious adversary is their drill
There are dead ends and prejudice and sorrow
I have no future no shore and no tomorrow.
Note. Violence breeds violence.
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