Sometimes in life, I don’t know where to begin
No matter how hard I try, depression seeps in
Arguing with consciousness, anxiousness, figure fatigue
It’s beginning to become the new normality
Also, in life, I’m often missing the point
Seems like everyone is shouting and pushing
I dream to withdraw, grab my tin, make a joint
It’s not even a tin, but that’s an historical thing
Of course, it would be therapeutic…
What else could it be?
It’s hardly social, trapped home as a criminal, is where I’d be
Cannabis being illegal in my country
Privately grown and worldwide exported, but only medically.
Unless you’re a Minister, Doctor or other licensed sinister
Peasants just aren’t deemed ‘worthy’
Basically, it’s not allowed to be used by the working class family
So, let’s shout out for equality
What’s right for others should be right for me.
I call for drugs to be decriminalised
Let the police concentrate on saving lives.
By Samantha ‘unextraordinarybint’ Harris
The link above is about Portugal. Users are rarely given prison time, instead they have a community care role towards the user to ensure abuse is kept to a minimum.
They are not alone, many countries and some states in USA have now decriminalised cannabis. England exports to them but doesn’t allow it’s own population to partake.
Thanks for reading. Please leave a comment on whether you think drugs should be decriminalised or if you like the poem. I love to know what others think.