Inner City Blues

Street corner pharmacist
ten year old urchin boy
snow white Christmas candy
providing synthetic joy

vials for smiles
cradle flesh sellers
souls of darkness
from hell dwellers

dragon hearts
breathe deeply
smoke and fire
burns cheaply

silent are the lambs
who flock to score
circular journeys
returning for more

it's all a vicious cycle
that never makes the news
american idol is more important
than those inner city blues......

Where's the real war

this poem..makes me think..hell and bliss..but ultimately...toll is taken any which way

deep gutful truthful

Keeping it real, as always.
Good write!

Have you heard Inner-City Blues by Sixto Rodriguez?

sad, but true