Drugs 2

Doing drugs is a waste of your time

Clouding and messing up your mind

Spreading through your body like

A big spider spinning

A web of desease

That will eat you

Little by

Little

Bye

Drugs

Don't do drugs

Or your grave will be dug

Young Slave 2

"Beat him until he submits"

He heard one of the men say

As he stands naked chained to a wall

Taken from his home

When he was 10 years old

Sold

Now he is a slave to his owners

Bought for hard labor

Bought for sex and other nasty games

Now at the age of 13

He knows the game

They beat him

Until he does what they tell him to

This has gone on for years

His skin laced with scars

Bruised

Bones have even been broken at times

All in an effort

To make him bend

To their will

He has tried escaping

They found him

They beat him bloody for it

He is kept in a small room

Handcuffed to a bed

To prevevent him from

Escaping again

He is fed little

The room he stays in

Is dirty to say the least

He prays for rescue

His salty tears

Sting as they cross his wounds

He prays for others like him

Someday

His recue will come

Someday

This madness will end

Someday

Young Slave

She was taken from her family

At a young age

Sold as a slave

She worked hard labor

During the day

She preformed sexual favors

At night

She's been beaten

Molested

Broken

Scared for life

The buises a bloody purple

Her only friend

Another

Like her

Bought and sold

Into slavery at a young age

Together they fight to hang on

Together they draw strength

To make it day after day

Both beaten

Both abused

Together as friends

Tulip Girl 2

She is tulip girl

Spreading peace and love to all

Peace for the many

one small flower at a time

For a better future

Tulip Girl

There she stands on the street corner

Selling tulips from her cart

Her family is poor

So she helps to support

The only way that she can

Nine years old

Dressed in tatered worn clothes

She has never been to school

Selling flowers is all she knows

She sells the flowers

To those who pass by

Many have sean her

She is a regular sight upon the corner

A few have bought flowers

Many more just pass by

Not even with a glance her way

She sells the flowers

To better herself

To better her family

To prove

Though they are poor

They are not helpless

Scare

If

You think

You scare me

You are not right

My friend, for I do

Not scare easy

You little

Punk lost

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