Weed Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Weed
Weed when you and me begun our friendship all was well in such that we became the best of friends.
Some people through the police and the Drug enforcement commission tried to put asunder but we did not allow them to. We treated them as mare haters.
Weed today you havedecided to plant a seed of hate in me that I hate for no reason.
Because of you, greedy I have I have for my mindset is polluted with the criminal mind, right now I guess I qualify being among-est the needy, needing help to get out of you like the children of Isreal got away from Egypt.
When we were that close you promised to leave me still with my natural appearance but shame on you and me, my face is filled with scars, my body with stitches all over, my eyes are so ready like an animal.
You tell me you are surprised to see how the copper-belt artists made that animal that looks surprised, you might suspect them to have smoked weed, no they did not not, the animal created was okay but after looking at how fierce I looked with red eyes it had to open it's eyes and ask, is he one of us or maybe he is the mark of the beast?

My disappointing weed, you disturbed my health and it it is deteriorating.
My lungs are contaminated due to the pollution in my heart like their is a heavy industry inside me.
My mental health is ruined, I cannot act normally because you are in control.
I have become a violent person because you have given me the feel of being fearless.
You have added a 6th sense to me that I am now a shameless person.
You have made loose respect for others and also for myself.

I hate you you, you are not a natural herb, you are a poison, you are nothing but a murderer, I do not need you,get away from me Weed.