Poetry

The Narcotic Night

“I Heard You Cry”

Welcome to the narcotic night
Did you come for a fix?
Leave all your pains and depressions at the door
And forevermore be a slave
To the narcotic night
No more money, honey
Cars moving from street to street
Children sleeping with no sheets
Mama went down to the corner
No food for dinner
Why can’t we eat mama?
Mama’s eyes glazed and numb
Shut up boy!
Boy cries himself to sleep
Again to sleep with no sheets
Mama leaves for the night
To get yet another fix
This is no trick
This is the life of the narcotic night