Please see below for poem 1 or or click here for Slave To
The Trade both By Tony Walton
Hi jenny, wow long time no see
Are you ok? You don’t look so hot
Last I heard you were doing a degree
And giving life you’re best shot
Oh dear have I said something wrong?
I never meant to upset you, please don’t cry
Do you want to talk as we walk along?
It’s up to you; I’m not trying to pry
But if you want to talk I lend a good ear
I’m a counsellor now and that’s what I do
Seems we’ve both changed our lives my dear
If there’s a way to help I would really like to
Oh thanks Kathy you’re always been caring
I really don’t know how or where to start
I suppose it’s when I was at uni, room sharing
And my boyfriend and I drifted apart
My room mate and friends cheered up my days
We smoked cannabis and partied a lot
It really seemed to help in so many ways!
Then I tried heroin and I lost the plot
I was soon addicted and my studies got neglected
My self respect was no longer in place
I started to feel isolated, lonely and dejected
I got caught by the police and have court to face
I’m being done for possession of class A drugs
My parents are helping they’ve been really sound
They’re very caring and I get loads of hugs
I’m ashamed, but so grateful they’re still around
Jenny it’s good you’ve got your family’s support
But I think you need counselling to help you too
It will be in your favour when you appear in court
It will show your commitment is honest and true
It’s been six months now, things are still good
I’m off the heroin and my life’s back on track
My parents said I could do it and believed that I would
They’re just so happy to get their daughter back
By Tony Walton
Slave To The Trade By Tony Walton
Trade for my body trade for my gear
That’s how it’s been; I’m such a fool
I mean look at me it’s been five years
Since I joined the crew I thought were cool
Out again at night, got to get some trade
Got my syringe and kit to feed my vein
Just need a punter now to get me laid
Another day I’m saved from going insane
My friends went and left me a long time back
Parents disowned me; well I robbed them blind
They don’t understand I’m controlled by the smack
Tried begging the streets, but not many are kind
So here I am a slave to the brown gear
Selling my body and degrading my soul
Where a day without smack is my only fear
Never enough money when you’re on the dole
Got to be paid for, so I turn a few tricks
On the industrial site at the edge of the city
There are plenty of married men looking for kicks
I often wonder who deserves more pity
My shift is over and I’m off to score
Been a good night; I’ve made a good wage
I have my regulars that come back for more
Cos though I’m old in life I’m still young in age
Excuse me love but is your name Di young?
Sister of Billy, that sells her body for sex
Sorry they found your kid brother hung
But if you’re not more careful you could be next
Do your best to be strong, stop giving in
You owe it to yourself to do your best
Or there could be a gathering of your kin
As you’re put in the ground and laid to rest
Would you take drugs if you knew whom you were?
Find yourself before it’s to late for your soul
You’re a person that’s special to people that care
Make a healthy happy life your true goal.
I need to tell someone about my child
He was full of life not long ago
He lit the room up when he smiled
Now he’s someone I don’t know
He lost his girl friend then his job
His friends have slowly dropped away
I just sit at home and cry and sob
Looking through photos of a child at play
I fear I’ve lost him now, my only child
Lost to strangers and the heroin drug
My heart so aches to be reconciled
I’d give anything to hold him in a hug
The pain and suffering I have tasted
As a mother that’s lost her only son
Such a lovely boy who’s life’s been wasted
And who no longer has that sense of fun
Sometimes I sit in his empty room
Where I once read stories till he fell asleep
But now it’s silent and full of gloom
With only memories for me to keep
I know there’s mother’s feeling the fears
That there son or daughter is going astray
Work to avoid those heart wrenching tears
Listen to your kids when they have things to say
By Tony Walton
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SRB
6 East Bolton