Who’s Abusing Who(m)
Abusing drugs? No Siree!
I say them drugs is abusing me!
They affect my mood like instant tea
Drive me to the streets with a screaming plea.
Billions of dollars made from ‘meds’
Half my friends in the realm of the dead
No fancy place to kill the pain
Nobody comes to keep me sane.
Crack cocaine hits the “well-to-do”??
Nope it doesn’t – or they will sue!
Designer drugs from the C.I.A.
Designed to make the poor folk pay.
Pay no more to lose your life
Pay no more for woe and strife
Serve each other to respect and love
Serve each other and you are above.
Divide and Conquer is their game
And in this game they kill and maim
The War on Drugs is war on us
The joke’s on them when we survive plus!
THE OLD MAN
For weeks I watched the moon
Travel past my window in the sky
Getting fuller all the time. I knew
There was a wild man inside me
Just waiting to be released again
“Every Junkie is like a setting sun”
Showing the most radiant colours
Just before the blackest night
The glorious days of youth have passed
Just pictures in the Blueboy Magazine
Dreams of sunny, palm treed shores
Are the only things that seem to last..
The whole world..a big nightmare
Halloween came round at the right spot
To do what He knows how to do best
Even if “That’s all there is’ left there
Scaring the life right back into me
The day is old butt the night is still young.
Living on the street
No clean clothes to wear
Sleeping in the park
No water anywhere.
No wonder small cuts
Turn into ugly sores
No shower for weeks
Sleeping on the streets.
New needles, sterile water,
They help quite a bit
So does a shower..
Gets rid of the dirt.
Hard to keep
A little self-respect
When you can’t have a shower
To keep yourself clean.
The first step of all
Other people and places
One’s spirit and soul.
We must not forget
The spirit inside
The body controlled
By the demon inside.
How can one believe
We really want to help
No where to be found
A place to get clean.
[Free showers at Evelyne Saller Centre, 7 days a week; First Church, 5 days a week; MPA drop-in 7 days a week; The Gathering Place, 6 days a week.
Help in the Downtown Eastside, Pg.3]
They turned her down cold, they turned her down flat...
She spat on the floor and walked away...
Then in a wet alley she took a cold bath...
And swore that by morning she’d make them all pay...
And the doctor, the lawyer, the judge and the priest
Agreed that she wasn’t to blame...
But the Jurymen shouted: “Let’s kill her at least,
For filling our city with shame....”
His brain’s full of Winter and his blood’s full of snow...
He’s numb and at last feels no pain...
He wants to feel love, but it just can’t be so;
The monkey must soon eat again...
And the doctor, the lawyer, the priest and the judge
Said: “Let’s give him one more try.”
But the citizens held fast and just wouldn’t budge;
“Let’s teach the poor bastard to die”
“Your needle, my needle, pay it no mind, Just fill it up and shoot it to me..
They fell asleep for the last time behind where Pender Detox used to be
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