The Drug Party Poem by Gert Strydom

Four drugged kids were naked in the room
and had removed
every piece of clothing from their bodies.

Sweet sour with a smell
that is almost like khaki-weed,
their marijuana zol’s smell went right through the house.

When I stood at the front door
every thing in the house was ungodly and deadly silent,
as if I walked into a place were the spirit of man can die.

I opened the room door slowly
and there was no innocence to be seen
and only children that were naked on their knees
almost praying,
around that bottle point zol sitting staring
and the stench was more repulsive
than that of vomit or liquor.

Pain went right through my soul
to see children
throwing their lives away like this
and past all reason and other desires,
see them chase the drug god
and to see them lying there
somewhat dead to life.