on a mortuary slab

[anirbas]

babies born
hooked
on crack
or methadone
from the womb

the first substance
they must be weaned
from drugs not milk

hookers killed
an easy mark
for predators
as no one cares
they disappeared
but their poor mothers

lives floating
away so much
flotsom and jetsam
on an alcoholic high tide

young futures frozen
as gone as frost bitten toes
taking an ice ride
that lead into the back
beyond of nowhere

something is wrong here
all these lives going down the drain
but the world doesn't care

middle class women
just keep on shopping
at the mall and heading
to the salon
to have their hair done
their husbands keep trekking
to the the golfing green

caring only that they have
their slice of the pie
thinking they have control
of their pristine little world
nothing else matters

the underbelly of life unseen
until it's their children
in prison or laid out
pretty ugly as you please
on a mortuary slab

[brandnewmessiah]

An excellent write of the degrees of everyday despair. it is so easy to turn a blind eye isn't it. ~ BNM

[anirbas]

Thank you, Troy. For many, yes, it's easy to turn a blind eye. Sometimes, I wish I were one of the blind, beautiful people and other times, I'm thankful I'm not...

[DavidMc]

This is a truth most would rather not face.

Love, David

[anirbas]

Sometimes, David, I think perhaps, something is wrong with me. As the stories that seem to send me into the creative zone, are often the saddest ones. A friend of mine, whom is a foster parent, told me of receiving a baby to foster, so hooked on methadone when he and his wife got her, that they had to wean her off of it and that was the impetus that started this piece.

Love, Sabrina.