Act 3 - Poem by Yen Cress
Many years ago now, she was young and alive,
And she thought, without doubt, soon her ship would arrive;
So she bided her time, learning how to survive,
Till she fitted right in like a bee in a hive.
She had friends who were colorful, friends who were bright.
They worked hard in the daytime and partied at night.
She was happy and free, in those days of delight,
Then a new cast of characters came into sight.
Evil circled around her like nothing she'd seen
As an innocent child playing catch on the green-
Ruthless dealers in drugs-getting rich, acting mean,
Shedding blood, catching victims-and her in between.
What a farce she played out as she fought for her soul
On a stage set with horror-a bottomless hole!
She was smiling and smooth and appeared rather droll.
She was laughing and gay, while her spirit they stole!
Now she sits here and wonders with tears in her eyes
Why she dallied with danger and listened to lies.
All those actors on stage had a dark enterprise-
They were merchants of death in seducing disguise!
She was caught in their trap with a lifetime to grieve,
For she listened to tales they continued to weave
With a pretense of caring while they made her believe.
They entwined her sweet spirit until she couldn't leave.
Is there anyone list'ning? Can anyone hear?
In this black-curtained playhouse, her cries disappear.
For no matter how heartfelt, no matter how clear,
Drama played in the dark cannot hope for a cheer.
She performs for an audience lost in a trance.
They have honored her show with no more than a glance,
Caring not that this tragedy cost her her chance
For a lifetime of happiness, health, and romance.
What a waste! What a shame! What a crime to the soul!
Yet the hearts of the audience harden like coal.
They have seen it before, gloomy role after role,
And the plot is the same, on that stage like a hole.
Have you seen it yourself? Are you touched? Are you sad?
Do those actors pull tears? Do they make you feel mad?
Do you think, as you watch each young miss and each lad,
That the plot is a hoax, the director is bad?
It's your turn to react-not to sleep in your seat!
Let's get rid of those liars-each dealer, each cheat!
Give our young ones a chance to know joy, life complete.
Send the demons and drugs to the hell of defeat!
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