What The World Needs Poem by Keith Foley

Someone with the grip of death
to choke out alcohol, drugs & meth.
Once these drugs are gone from sight,
turns he inward to continue his fight.

Fight he must and fight he will,
fight tor the death of every pill.
Pill pusher, drug maker, pot smoker be gone...
every which one of you know it is wrong.

Inward we plung to take a look,
who stole our identity, like a crook?
I remember the weakness that tore me apart,
the day I gave in and broke many a heart.

But this day I have come to be strong,
and beg forgiveness of those I have wronged.
With forgiveness and humility in hand,
I fight back the devil and take my stand.

My stand is strong, like constant wind,
pushing back hatred, temptation, and sin.
The fight has been fought, now the torch is passed,
your turn, to make amends with Love that lasts!