Truth is bold
A son is born as foretold
Joy to my world
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
At last a son of my own
Mom's care the best
Nothing less but the finest
Gives the greatest
Cheers, cheers, more cheers!
Exulted we were
Years to come
What has become
Of my son awesome
Applause, applause, more applause!
Wonderful is he
Days pass by
Found him with alibis
Thought he'd say goodbye
Jeers, jeers, more jeers!
My son is down poisoned by drugs
A burden upon my shoulder
Heavy as a boulder
Never to surrender
Gonna fight on
Away with you to rehab!
To keep alive
Gonna survive
But don't dive
On your feet my boy
My God, he's dead!
In my nest
Thought you're honest
Yet we need kindness
For God sake tell me
Where have we failed?
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Curse of Drugs
PoetryWhile cannabis is illegal in most countries through out the world it is available by prescription or recommendation in places such as in Canada and some states in the US. The cannabis plant marijuana is grown all across the world and is today the mo...
