I run through the streets in the dark of the night, 
A black hoodie, sharp trainers, a knife for the fight
No morals or goodness left in my soul
Others money , phones,  wallets,  my only goal.

Smoking and drinking, not school do I care
I live on the streets, do ought for a dare
A vandal , graffiti, the life of a villian 
My future is bars, held in a cold prison 

My childhood was taken, from hands that hit
Parents drunken and druggies who don't give a shit
Left out in the cold with nothing to eat 
Looking for food out of bins, in the rain and the sleat.

Is there a moral to this you say
In a life that's corrupted at the end of the day
How did they get there, this terrible boy
The life of a child is not a throwaway toy.

Treat children with kindness show them the light
Don't leave them to run alone in the night.
Teach morals and goodness a soul and a heart 
To bring laughter and joy to the world at the start.
Think carefully before bringing a babe to the world
Keep them In love, in peace and all safely curled.

MDH 2024