Act 17

Voices fill a black stage

In a real world we live past die
In a real life we hold people
In a real place we love
In a soft kiss it is not for pay
In a single room people gather for more than body shared
In pay for mother's milk
drugs died in body fluids





Neon light flashing
Typewriter still in a corner
A ghostly image addresses the audience

You are the judge, bleed in kind
First rock to throw
Sin in your eyes
Hearts cold
For in the streets
Love dies at your hand

Corner love placed
Barroom songs made to feel
Bought ands sold
Did you care?
Cocaine child rests hard
Needle bleeds in seeds

Band plays for the thrill
Child of night sees past
Addiction rocking in pain
Voice of hate in back room gives

You looking at me verdict
Gone past white in black
Sack mattered not
It was the power
The drugs of middle class
Her body used for purpose
Gentle wretch
Soft passion need

Time pulls as straps
Work the street of power
Broker stands strong against fate
Three months gone not a sound
Mother in life cell
Her hell mind trap
Age of play

Tree hangs high in markers left
Baby sings as the keys play
Taps for the dead
But for life
She wins
Dollars buy
Milk and honey

Voice off stage
Daddy come quick momma
Needs hurry please
She is bleeding