Depressed 1
Depressed 1
Aug 23, 2022

The System

Into the system another poor child is born

From the arms of his loving mother he is torn

Says that she cannot take care of him anyway

Another needle mark in her arm added every day

Grows up alone and angry learning in the streets

Hard to be honest when you have nothing to eat

He is seldom seen by anyone but he is always heard

Speaks volumes to the masses without saying a word

Put in the system with locks and guards on the door

Rehabilitation is what they say it is all designed for

Comes out worse than he was when he went inside

Any hope that he had for himself has since died

Shot down cold dead in an ill conceived burglary

Only way from the system he could break free

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I had a brother......

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Southwest United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe

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Comments

Geezer

So sad that we can't figure out a way to keep people from ruining their lives with drugs, and in the meantime, their children too. Even in a perfect world, where people didn't need drugs to get them through their day, there would be other things to make us crazy. We are just a crazy species! Try not to be crazy, in a world of insanity. ~ Geezer.
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Geezer

for your loss. I lost a stepson a couple of months ago, due to an overdose.
~ Geezer.
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RoseBlack

On a very deep, emotional level. I have brothers also...destroyed by a biological mother who "tried" to raise them but didn't succeed and wound up lost in a system that was supposed to place them in loving homes but did the opposite. Your poem describes much of my one brothers life...he is still with us but badly broken....I'm sorry for your loss.

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