The Law Is Broke
Oh, shudder at the tales they tell
of making bricks or weed;
they're made to work without reward.
their childhood's gone to seed.
They're selling drugs and stolen goods
from car to street to door;
and trading guns for merchandise
with quotas to get more.
Where is their hope devoid of God?
and who will share His name?
The law is broke; then who will stand
to rescue them from shame?
Young girls are made to turn a trick
and boys must live with sleaze
for food and shelter, clothes to wear -
just bare necessities.
Some run-aways, some throw-aways
they're humans dealt as slaves.
They need defense from threat of harm
to shield them from their graves.
Where is their hope devoid of God?
and who will share His name?
The law is broke; then who will stand
to rescue them from shame?
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