The Weed
Chanting of Ram hath become the greatest sham
That morphs the fanatics into instant Bonds
Giving em virtual license to maim and kill
Marijuana is the antidote for virus called hatred
Alas! The potion from heaven hath few takers
Among the traders of doom bent on creating mayhem
Why just bank on grass to be the angel of God?
If chanting of Ram makes em messenger of death
This poem is about:
My country