Action protecting children has it's limitations.

An old woman sits rocking on a faltering perch. Watching the street much like a bird of prey as two brown babies frolic in the mid-day sun. Last night, night before, the crack man knocked at Granny’s door looking for Johnny who’s under her bed. Looking for Johnny who is half dead But the two brown babies continue to frolic in the mid-day sun. In the dark of night the clock struck twelve and the man came back carrying a gun in a brown paper sack He looked at Granny and was very cruel told her what she’d better do. He looked down at us as we clutched Granny’s legs patted his gun and pointed to our heads. Granny started rocking as she always did and pulled a pistol from under leg. She shouted no more and we heard a bang as she dropped he pistol from her wrinkled hand. The crack man falling spun around dropping his gun to the ground. Granny grabbed us and held us tight and we tip toed away during the night. Nothing was said, just one crack salesman dead. Shoo fly don’t bother me. Go head, CLEAN UP YOUR OWN NEIGHBORHOOD.