A poem to the end of cannabis prohibition
Feet dangling from this dock, fresh ocean breeze swirling.
Waiting for the mad dust to settle down.
The herb is healthy. No amount of wealthy campaign contributions will change that.
Broken bodies needlessly filled with toxic medication.
Politicians look down on the people.
The people don’t care to follow what is happening.
What a cruel laugh is being had at our children’s future.
Each of us bears responsibility for our broken society.
There are no easy options left.
Words and protests are part of the carnival.
The real perversion in society is our inaction.
So I sit on this dock, breathing in the clean air.
Getting stronger and more determined.
Provoking the unity that is so desperately needed to save the planet.
Just ask the cocksure Nazis.
In the end, truth wins.
In the end, the evilness of inaction is over come by its arch-rival, action.
Our day will come.
Jai Kali Ma