Who Is Your Neighbor
September sun beats a downtown hotel,
For skid row children the heat is hell.
Mother drugged and father out to score,
Their children play alone, on the lobby floor.
They play with no one watching them,
Growing up without roots or stem.
Outsiders of the swollen hotel lobby,
Don't show up, its just not their hobby.
Their crimes will soon pay the price,
Parent's example leads only to vice.
9/9/2015
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