A RUSH; A RUSH

White dust hard had crystal lime sometimes.
It sold on the streets; they mixed it and fix it.
He said it will feed and cure and you can survive.
White collars, Models, blue collars, and homeless folks.
But it’s not a joke.
Heroin,
Speed, Crack Cocaine, Marijuana.

“It’s A Rush.”
Pushers, dealers are illegal or illegal.
He who sells it is unbreakable, and callous.
Brother or sister can you spare a dime.
How much does it cost, they would say nothing
But a trip you will go on, you can pay me later.
She innocent, and so is her child.
Runaways, panic and ganglands.
PCP, and Angel Dust.

“It’s A Rush.”
Is it for the fact that society doesn’t care?
It is the lack of realization of our nation.
Violence, boulevard living, and deprived.
Pills and sharing those pen nettles through their veins.
He or she doesn’t want to feel any pain.

“A Rush.”
Take, a look closely the neighbors.
Possibly it is a friend.
Take a quick look again, it maybe a sister, brother or a kin.
We all make excuses when it is not us.
Do they lack skills?
Or simply they are lazy or crazy?
Is it only when society speaks on assisting the homeless?
Oh, when it is election time, and who need their votes.
Why is this?
Take time and care.
Doing drugs are tricky, rubbish, and it carries no great weight.
 

"HEY DON'T DO DRUGS"

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