Death, Drugs And The New Age

• Morgan Butler-Kerridge, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

This place of shadow and of blight, removes all dreams from my sight, no one here can restore the light, as hopes soar away like a kite.
Life is consumed by medications, paying souls for tribulation, it shall not pass my fortifications, while it destroys this generation.
The very air is filled with smoke, making those foolish people choke, but they all laugh and think it's a joke, taking crystal meth and coke.
Return to my home; my peaceful place, the only thing not shattered like a vase, destroyed by corruption's mighty mace, it will never end! I rest my case.
All of those who suffered cried, as they mourned for those who'd died, and their killers lived in lies, I'm sick of death and suicide.
I guess that everyone takes this journey, and they are lost in mystery's endless sea, I am sure their are others who are like me,
As a wise man said 'To be or not to be' I think that now I understand, this new era is now not so bland,
I guess that this change is all planned, if you do not follow you'll be stuck in the sand. Glimmers of hope come passing by, lighting up the lightless sky, some people live, some people die, I think I might have one last cry...