Inspired by Lovechild, Concerning Drug Addiction, Care to Comment or Critique?

Chaos in the blood

A cauldron boils within our midst,
Its content putrid day and night.
It feasts on virtue sucked from souls,
Then spits back venom out of spite.
Devoid of feeling, blind to all,
It wouldn’t see a child’s distress,
Or hear a mother’s frantic cry,
Or know of love and happiness.
The only focus is next fix
And ways and mean of getting it.
The poison taints the very small,
It hooks young babies in the womb.
Before they’ve even had a chance,
They face a future filled with gloom.
No milk from mother can they take,
Their pain it causes great distress,
And weaned from evil drug abuse,
Their lives have started in a mess.
But worse by far than all of this,
Is when a parent sadly dies,
And children need to know the truth,
Can’t fob them off by telling lies.
The cycle never seems to end,
A grief and sadness there for years.
What consequence of all this rot?
A river full of silent tears.