When we was little the war was just a fear.
The medicine we knew was to cure and clear.
Woman and children were made number one,
and families created ways to have legal fun.
Now we have grown and the war is on,
families say goodbye to the bravest ones.
Speed is created from the medicine we use,
drug dealers get rich and kids are abused.
Husbans lash out and beat on there wives,
addiction takes over then its loss of lives.
I close my eyes try to pretend,
if just for a day I could b little again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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