Disturbia Poem by Claire Hastie

Today I feel the desire to run
Yesterday I was still having fun
The child on the corner won't stop crying
Probably cos' his mother's still dying.

Hidden indoors with a needle in her arm
Selfish needs no care for harm
Child is hungry needs protection
Mother dies in her own infection.

Evil pain that we desire
Feeds ours veins to make us higher
Money burns a great big hole
On the streets nowhere to go.

Got to get out this neighbourhood
Just disease no future no good
Past the pimp on the street corner
Sells their bodies for his own honour.

Tell the child he has no hope
No life ahead without the dope
Shed no tear for he don't care
He don't smell no fear.