Social Comment - Born To It Poem by Paul Warren

On the hot dirty streets of the North
Late at night you see them come forth
Their parents are drunk or drugged at night
There is no-one to give them guidance that might
Return them to a path that will make it right
It's hard for them to find a place of light

We found the two brothers at the local High School
After breaking in and hiding against the rule
One was ten and the other nine
Both without shoes or a parent to find
So we took them home and searched for their mother
Who was single, drugged and couldn't bother

So the welfare came to collect them again
It wasn't the first or last or the end
It makes me wonder how these two boys could dwell
On how to make anything of themselves in this private hell
You have to have a super human effort done
To leave this place and to have won

But you know it won't happen it's plain to see
They will continue the cycle and jail will be
How to change things so they have a chance
And not continue with their family dance
We should not look to what you see
But search your soul and know what could be

© Paul Warren Poetry