Cocaine Blues Poem by O.S. Brooks

A little boy cries
His father is gone
His mother has died
Their stuff on the lawn

He's trying to see
If his life is un just
He has only me
There is no one to trust

In his little boy world
Where it all seems so cruel
Since his father spins money
That is needed for school

So his little boy cloths
Are scratched and worn thin
Seems that everyone knows
What a life their wasten

But his little boy smile
Shines so bright I could cry
For he's independantly strong
A remarkable guy

But the world is so harsh
In his little boy life
That he listens to screams
A break-up through the night

The morning brings shame
Since the toys went away
For the well has dried up
And the house couldn't stay

In his little boy mind
By a forest of trees
He leaves hate behind
And starts walking with me

Yet, this is a dream
For he's home with his folks
Where the kitchen's not clean
Where the drugs steal his hope

And the little boy tries
But he can not find food
For all that is left
Despair...cocaine blues