A poem about being in the military-from the perspective "...join the army or go to jail." (C) excerpt from Dope Dialogue
...And guess what he wanted to be? Furthermore, his parents divorced, he moved
to the poor part of town and he had the opportunity to find out what “dope”
actually was.
In doing
so-
he
immersed himself into a lifestyle of drugs guns and money. His discoveries are
reflected in the following collection of prose, poetry, and short stories.
TOO POOR, TOO WAR
BASTARD Feb 2, 19:50
Inherit the sun my child, our war has just
begun..
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED
WITH A STRUGGLE NO ONE WANTS TO UNDERSTAND
the last to come
the first to gasp
the first to cry
the last to laugh
We have No Name
We have No Shame
We are not allowed to feel any pain
We are the pRetenders
Who must become the
defenders of justice for those who despise us
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