Poetry

Lost Generation 

a boy lays in the gutter 
a needle by his side 
a life so short a last resort 
he even lost his pride 
 
he lived without a future 
then died without a life 
he will never know the happiness 
of children and a wife 
 
they say it will not harm you 
they say you will feel know pain 
for they know once you try it 
that your will be back again 
 
for a pusher makes a million 
he makes it out of sorrow 
another trip another hit 
another death tomorrow 
 
John Frankie Connor  
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