Tales From A Broken Society

Wednesday’s Child

From dusk ’till dawn
in shadows lurk,
Temptations desperate to be born.
In streets of  sin
dark twisted times,
The wretched prowl
live worthless lives.

They buy and sell
no price too low,
Degraded with permissions set.
No want too high
no need too small,
Our souls to buy
to use, destroy.

On knees we fall
our heads bowed low,
While hopes are sent to who knows where.
A gasp, a groan,
the pleasure gone,
Each faceless child,
society’s son.

Reah Roberts ©2010


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