How Many More? - Poem by Bron Kozakiewicz
How many more fiends must I lose to drugs?
I am tired of being told that someone has just died,
Because in their lives there weren't enough hugs,
And because they craved happiness from the drugs they had tried.
I won't judge someone for getting off their face,
Because I've don't it myself, so I'd be in the wrong.
But over the years I've seen so much waste,
And I wonder how long it will keep going on.
I can't even go to their funerals any more,
Because with every one, a part of me gets buried.
And I'd only be thinking 'What's it all for'?
No, I'd rather remember the times they were merry.
Whenever a friend of mine dies in this way,
It makes me feel angry, and it makes me feel sad,
That this sort of thing happens day after day.
Just try telling me that drugs aren't that bad.
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