New entry in my book. thnx to TempAss

I awake to my alarm being drowned out by the sirens of the night past
As the rising sun leave the sins of the dark unmasked

Interrupting my dreams of riches and tranquility
To bring me back to my reality of poverty and iniquity

Outside hopscotch lines chalked over by police
As blood and tears drenches another mother’s fleece

And no one to console her, because its time for work
Needing the money to soothe their kids empty tummy hurts

Making enough money to survive but die inside
Not enough money to morn but still cry inside
As I sit observing the moods
creating my no money blues……