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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i suspect there's a long life drug available today to the rich and those in the know and that the queen for one is on it