drug pushers and their worldA Poem by rosemary keoghThey make themselves believe that they are, out there in their world. They run the streets of Dublin as if they own the world. Guns going off to the beat, shedding blood on the streets of our world. They wipe each other out to take control their world, Blood money, drug money and retaliation money to become the Higher power of their world. They draw in innocent children, who are vulnerable to their world. To sell heroin, weed, cocaine and other drugs from their world. Children skagging and found O.D.ing because they made them proud of their world. Sucked them in and made it believe that, their for them in their world. It could be one of yours or mine who will run their world. This will just repeat, until drugs are out of our world, No! This will never happen, drugs are like fuel in our world, So let’s keep our children Safe and secure in our world. © 2011 rosemary keoghFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on December 18, 2011 Last Updated on December 27, 2011 Authorrosemary keoghdublin, IrelandAbouthi in new to this and would like to get better. im a mother of 5 children and a carer. so if u like or if u dont plz leave a comment either way. thank you hope to learn a lot from here. :) more..Writing
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