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The Fable
A wooden table
Someone crying in the cradle
The mother’s gone
So is the father
Yet their lives continue on
This is their fable
The phone makes a sound
It’s someone from uptown
Another notification
More sex, drugs, and violence
Just like it was “Californication”
But, this is no vacation
This is the life of many
Too many
And this country does nothing
Nothing proactive at least
They just throw people in jail
While they let the cartel make more sales
That’s what they do
This government
They punish parents, spouses, children
Anyone who is apart of the crime
The feds play our lives like a sport
Except
They’re the only ones holding the ball
They won’t change unless we tell them to
Because
We’re the ones who gave them power
We’re the people in charge
So we have to make changes that benefit
All people
No matter what’s accused
No matter what substance used
No matter who
Because what I learned
We all have to work together
By the People
For the People
It all started at a wooden table
With a child crying in her cradle
Her mother and father gone
This home is not stable
But it won’t be like this forever
Because they have so much to live for
Strength in numbers, together
This is their Fable.
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I wrote this when my friend needed help taking care of his neighbor's children. They left them out of the blue one day and, they didn't come back home because, that morning they were arrested for selling drugs.