My city my home by the lee
Its a sight for all to be seen
Has been my home for 70 years
A home I once held so dear
Now we have drugs
Gangs of young thugs
Young lives snuffed out
Because of these louts
Dreams gone up in smoke
To some its all a big joke
At night out everywhere
Selling their wares
Political will lacking
To stop this trafficking
Some will have to cry stop
Destroying my city with pot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad and so worrying Dan
Also so very true ive seen first hand the carnage on our streets, thank you for your comment