Drug

racing thoughts, no turning back.

Wisps of smoke are breathed in air,

drugs and crack have left us bare,

to cry and run when things get tough,

the death and blood is not enough?

 

It's bad enough the war won't end,

to watch our teens die like a trend,

the lives are cost when drugs are out,

yet rivers dried and oceans' drought,

 

Polution's not the only tick,

when teens are killing; dying sick,

smoking, drinking, chewing weed,

yet murdered kids are left to bleed,

 

the cops can't catch them; there's no hope,

it's up to them to cut the rope,

to cut all ties from drugs and crack,

thinking clearly's what they lack,

 

while kids go hungry, teens get drunk,

while you get cancer, teens will flunk,

they're losing brain cells, lives, and souls,

they're losing love in place of holes,

 

they're breaking out of homes and jails,

they're losing sheets and tests--he fails,

life could be easy; could be safe,

they're lost in drugs and caught in strafe,

 

don't shake your head when help is asked,

their problems hidden; face is masked,

please help these teens; they need a guide,

they're really scarred kids lost inside.

 

 

Reviews

[Jessie]

Great poem, nice flow. I got confused when you said 'chewing weed' and 'drugs and crack'. Cause, cracks a drug, and as far as I know (and I KNOW) you don't chew weed

Your POEM though is awesome and holds lots of meaning. You've brought up a good issue, and you stated the issue clearly and artistically.