| Copyright © Lynda B G Low 2006 |
| VERSES The Hooker |
| THE HOOKER (Code: VT-0003) There's a girl In my tears Hugging painfully in fear In the dark corner Of a room There are marks On her hands The hourglass runs out of sand In her eyes There's a vision of death There's a man On the road Tiny packets in his coat Running hard Almost going out of breath A whistle screams Through the air People running everywhere The same young man Starts to run away again In the dark Little room Young girl dying in gloom Pretty face Pale and twisted in pain Visions of mum Visions of dad Visions of joys that she once had Vision of life Slowly slipping away In the streets There's that man Trying hard to make new 'friends' Little packets Are the toys that they play Careless girls Die in pain Careless boys… just the same Little packets never seen But they are there Little packets Little 'joys' To careless girls and careless boys Little 'magic' Burns away life in the air There's a bird In the tree Looking sadly down at me As I wipe tears away From my eyes There's that bird In that tree Spreading its wing and flying free I thought I saw it Looking back with sympathy Someone there Listen to me Make those packets stay away from me Help me be Just like that bird in that tree! (In memory of a young village boy who died of a drug overdose - 1981) - Lynda B G Low - |
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