The wicked ways
It's a fact we knows the sadness of this world,
A Mother crying out too her son hoping that he isn't dead,
The evil spirit calling out never resting for a soul too take out,
It's a fact she knows the wiched habit of heroin is taking her son slowly,
It fact we know the evil spirit never resting for a soul to take out,
It a fact He knows sadness of addiction, shouting out tears of sadness, Asking God for given's,
Hopping that his mother won't be ashamed of his heroin addiction,
It's a fact they know the wicked ways of this
World
This poem is about:
My family
Guide that inspired this poem:
