The Curse of Drugs
Truth is bold
A son is born as foretold
Joy to my world
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
At last a son of my own
Mom’s care the best
Nothing less but the finest
Gives the greatest
Cheers, cheers, more cheer
Exulted we were
Years to come
What has become
Of my son awesome
Applause, applause, more applause
Wonderful is he
Days pass by
Found him with alibi
Thought he’d say goodbye
Jeers, jeers, more jeer
My son is down, poisoned by drugs
As heavy as a boulder
A burden upon my shoulder
Never to surrender
Gonna fight on they say
Away with you to rehab
To keep alive
Gonna survive
But don’t dive
On your feet my boy
My God, he's dead
Yet in my nest
Thought you’re honest
Yet we need kindness
For God sake tell me
Where have we failed?
poem by Noel Horlanda
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