NO TRUTH ON THE STREETS

Family, there is no truth offered on the streets. It is a home for the lost and emotionally weak. It is the path of blood, pimps, and lost whores It offers lies, fights, and a fresh Hell to explore. On the street, minds get warped, and dreams get dashed. Innocent lives are taken by the cowardly and violently rash. Lost boys act out hoping for their imprisoned fathers return. Strung out mothers ignore their family and dreams being burned. Alas, the streets can only offer a crooked game of sin. It is a game forever fixed so no one can ever win. Victims fall through the potholes and cracks in the street. They tumble into a void designed for the destitute and weak. I beseech you to become knowledgeable of the truth. The streets are a thief that continually steals our youth. Young girls are raped as whores; they diminish in decadent sin. They scream as their inner lights flicker under the grope of lustful men. On the streets, hope is lost as helpless inner oblivion descends. Young boys become killers, anointed by the blood of innocent men. Family, love screams for you to flee the hellacious life of the streets. Leave and come dwell in a home where your inner spirit can feast. Away from the streets of pain, you can attain and embrace a full life. You can raise a family in a loving home with a caring husband or wife. First you must recognize that the streets offer nothing but loss and pain. Its pavements echo the cries of the lost and are stained with the blood of the slain. © 2013 Eddie Phillips