VENDORS ON THE CORNERS Can you hear the devils calling, to the children of today? They sing the praise of poisons, as they beckon their new prey. "Hey child, I can make you rich,  I can smother you in gold, I will teach you all the tricks , I have magic potions to be sold." Like venders on the corners, their pockets are their stands. They smile at their customers, as the drugs are changing hands. They build their business easily, with the greedy and naive. Promising a world of gold, how easily they deceive. The real price you will have to pay, they will never tell. The lives that you are taking, or the loneliness of your cell.   By Diane L Mays Copyright 1997, 1998 Diane L. (Brightbill) Shotwell  All rights reserved