NEGLECTED

Abandoned, hungry, the baby boy screams for his mother
Neglected again and again both him and his older brother
        Where did my mommy go?
                            She's clueless
        Why did she have to go?
                            She could care less

Drinking, drugging not thinking
Selfish spirits sinking and sinking
Sad depression sickenly deepens
Until nothing, nothing,
                       nothing makes sense

Open the door (O NO!) It's the Police
No time to straighten out, at least
Arrested the "mother" is taken away
And "her" kids are taken out of harm's way

In the end Thank God for all adults who actually do care
Because there are so many neglected children out there.

--bro. tim pickl, Saturday April 15th, 2000 A.D.  at midnight.

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