A little boy cries <br />His father is gone <br />His mother has died <br />Their stuff on the lawn <br /> <br />He's trying to see <br />If his life is un just <br />He has only me <br />There is no one to trust <br /> <br />In his little boy world <br />Where it all seems so cruel <br />Since his father spins money <br />That is needed for school <br /> <br />So his little boy cloths <br />Are scratched and worn thin <br />Seems that everyone knows <br />What a life their wasten <br /> <br />But his little boy smile <br />Shines so bright I could cry <br />For he's independantly strong <br />A remarkable guy <br /> <br />But the world is so harsh <br />In his little boy life <br />That he listens to screams <br />A break-up through the night <br /> <br />The morning brings shame <br />Since the toys went away <br />For the well has dried up <br />And the house couldn't stay <br /> <br />In his little boy mind <br />By a forest of trees <br />He leaves hate behind <br />And starts walking with me <br /> <br />Yet, this is a dream <br />For he's home with his folks <br />Where the kitchen's not clean <br />Where the drugs steal his hope <br /> <br />And the little boy tries <br />But he can not find food <br />For all that is left <br />Despair...cocaine blues<br /><br />O.S. Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cocaine-blues/
