War - Ww1 - The Morphia Crutch Poem by Paul Warren

During the terrible Great War years
There was a drug that helped the tears
Soldiers who were injured on the front line
We're given morphia to halt the pain in kind

It was derived from the opium plant
As a miracle helping when other things can't
But those with money and influence in society
We're able to get this drug without a priority

So when death visited their loved ones
And to cope with what had occurred was done
Their family doctors gave to them this narcotic
Morphia was the crutch they leant on in the tick.

© Paul Warren Poetry