Our War On Drugs
the aftermath of choices
This poem was published in England, but the United States would not allow it's publication here. It came back to me with the comment--"Questionable Content" on the top of it. I think that possibly because I wrote it a short time after our war on terrorism began, and perhaps the thought was that it might bring down the spirit of our fighting boys, and give the public a bad impression. But I am just guessing at this. Maybe some of you can give me your opinions on why this happened.
Our leaders declared a war on drugs,
the enemy unclear, invisible thugs.
We were never told if it ever ended,
if we had won, or who we defended.
Like every war some prisoners surrendered,
These P.O.W's were simply mailed back to sender.
This war was about a ten year fight,
and we fought very hard to remove our own rights.
To freely do those things we chose,
Hard to say who won as it drew to a close.
Bring back all our men who had to fight this war,
Back home to their families who need them much more.
For while our armies were out battling the smack,
Their women were at home paying the rent selling crack.
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