What do we do When war wages wild In our own homes Ten times over And the time to fight Grows ever near?   Do we wait Here in secrecy In the dark, dreary, cold And pathetically distant Land we call our own?   Or do we “begin To solve the problem”?   Do we wage a “war on drugs” Where do we even begin? In a “suburban paradise” Or a “little village”?   You go through stress Like everyone else But you react unlike Those beside you.   You use You abuse The lines you snort No one reports.   But did you know? Your solution to sorrow and strife That you take away with a circus show Is costing another person their life?