Did you hear me scream?

Jaded Memories & Paper Hearts

sometimes

the diary

A VIEW TO THE LEFT

Over lighted desks on concrete walls

no images hang after freedom falls.

Injustice lady liberty’s bell

ringing from the slingers’ cell

Nobody wins when grown men wept.

Fearful of becoming slavery

while their children slept

tearful bravery it’s hard to accept.

The truthful of cravings destiny met

spoonful of addictions for a big profit

naming pills for what they feel.

Loaded dope fiends drop and kneel

learning lessons far too late for every dime bag

or rock they sell.

Mandatory minimums became their fate

Take a picture lock the gate

pay the fines and serve their time

lost their mind to the devils’ kind.

Somewhere between the bars and dreams

our system forgot what it’s supposed to mean…

Junkies locked up in a rapist’s cell asking

why they’re with the ones who kill?

All they did was pop a pill &

cages became their windowsill.