This is for the children you
left without bread
Without a bed
Without a home
This is for your chilren, all alone
You're so gone, you can't see us
There's no fuss
Eyes are dry
We know it's useless to cry
So caught up in your petty little world
What a whirl
But you don't see
The demons that have set us free
You really can't live without your pills
So many ills
We're here, too
We will no longer stand for you
I raise the shard in my right hand
As I stand
You don't see
As I set the family free
Author's Note
This was inspired by . . . well, I don't quite know, it's been a while since I wrote it. So long I can't really remember what was in my head at the time . . . so I can't really comment.