FEILD OF WHITE

So sad this addiction, so many die from it

Fields of white poppies
mixed with red roses.
Sun filters down ,
while children hold poses.

Death seeks a life
in world of black hearses drawn.
people filled with strife,
as life for them ends.

Corner street vendors,
hurriedly pass
As police watch closely
as victims stroll in mass.

Death is the penalty,
that comes from these seeds.
Death comes willingly
to all with this need!

Author's Note

lol. I AM NEW ON HERE SO BE GENTLE PLEASE

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[Mauricio Montoya]

Poetry is an art no mater what. So keep on writing.