Could the Mafia Exist Today?

Attempting to make the one person happy, her man

Taking a bar position, the right thing to do; making ends meet

Watching all around her, young gals innocence, personal defeat

Real life mafia events, all around her begin to unfold

Was she dreaming? The truth shall never again be told

Names, places, and dates she could never again recall

The things she seen; never wishing to remember at all

Prostitution supported by owner to all that were friend

Young women's decency never to be seen again

Drinking and drugs in every aspect and angle, in any sight

Careening in kitchens groups that remained hidden from daylight

Mobbed around in circles, discussing their business affairs

The "watcher" keeping tabs on every person's where's

Followed around, fresh meat, she was someone new

Until their hearts were content that she had not a clue

Drugs and prostitution, and of course, some other aspects

Policemen's payroll, wandering eyes to pay respects

Girls of young involved in a vicious cycle, drunken and high

Pursuing aspirations and dreams of past, now were nigh

Purity and innocence gone, what an utter disgrace

Not even having their chance, completely a waste

Always being able to smile, laugh, and walk away

Wasn't enough to keep these predators at bay

Touching and grabbing her, angered by her self regards

Wouldn't allow myself passed around as toys in their yards

Following and harassing her, invading her personal space

Trying unsuccessfully to strip her of her heart's embrace

Pushing, thinking she would give in; after all, the others did

Oblivious the owner pretended to be, in "the meetings" he hid

The next day complete isolation she did feel

Couldn't believe or shake off; this was real

A place to where she will never again return

Never being afraid in her life, her every turn

Upon each and every street, every faced avenue

The days to come fill her with silence, even virtue

To herself, she will always keep in fear

Of the place, she might have called "her" career

Refusing a better position that same day

Where did she miss the warnings along the way

All the hours she missed and had to catch up on

Tomorrow might she awake, memories faded and gone.