Disease Attached To The Soul Poem by Britney Hogue

They stand on the sides of the street
Like a plague, like a disease.
Evil fills their tiny brains,
Shrunk from so many drugs,
Too many for one person to conceive.
They only want to take
What they fill to be theirs,
Because god has short changed them
All during these years, so they believe.
It’s just so sad to me
That of what they have wasted,
The life that some are denied
And even for some is taken away
If only they could see
And if only they could know
That this life is not forever
And it’s only what one can make
We all fight for the easy life
It’s not just given to us
On gleaming silver platters
What we have is what we earn
Not given, free or stole
But what is sad is they’ll never see
And they will die with this spite
That attached to the soul.