Lost Generation

By John Frankie Connor

a boy lays in the gutter
a needle by his side
a life so short a last resort
he even lost his pride

he lived without a future
then died without a life
he will never know the happiness
of children and a wife

they say it will not harm you
they say you will feel know pain
for they know once you try it
that your will be back again

for a pusher makes a million
he makes it out of sorrow
another trip another hit
another death tomorrow

Copyright © 2008 John Connor

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