For The Same Cause

(poems go here) A young man standing patiently on the corner, waiting for his next customer. Plastic baggies hidden in a secret pocket of his large, black, bomber jacket. He learns to stay alert and he's never unarmed. Selling drugs in the streets to feed his six-year-old son and his newborn daughter. An older man sitting behind his desk, waiting for the workday to end. He fills out paperwork in his cluttered workspace. He picks up the large, black, telephone and dials a number. He is earning his pay in a totally different manner, but for the same cause.