He used dope.
He had no hope.
To it he could not say nope.
With his work he could not cope.
Feeding his habit he was under the financial yoke.
His life was like in a dark tunnel where he groped.
For his family he always rocked the boat.
For that he always tried to find a scapegoat.
To dope he was so hooked.
Down upon him everybody looked.
Without a penny, he was so broke.
One day he killed himself around his neck by a dangling rope.
Doing dope was no joke.
Doing dope is fun was a misquote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So many daily deaths among those with no hope a sad state for many you write about life as it is.....regards