Written In Drugs of Rain

WRITTEN IN DRUGS OF RAIN Unscrupulous vulture-like officials standing inside skyscrapers; they croon softly, but wield their pretentious tongues like blades-- casting spells on a throng of marginalized heads whose mouths and bellies were squeezed and dried. The promises they speak were written in a drugged rain blown by the wind and dispersed in grains of misconception. Beguiled man bit the taste and was addicted without haste. (candle of hope was trampled --toppled down to fade..) Secretly, these greedy, flesh -eating crocodiles of today collude under wooden tables. Their lust for gold and silver screaming, they fill their jars of wickedness; voraciously they feed their minds-- harlots of desire. The big bellied ones whistle trying to clamp leeches who don't only suck blood but also innocence; but when the cluster of eggs break-- hatches as they run so fast and release a loud.... prrrrt! The misuse of drugs and ignorance cause bodies to be spread in dirty smelly gutters. The users mutilated dignity comes from a constant craving for shots and puffs from these drugs leading to gruesome miscarriage of suppose to be~~ --golden flowering dreams for tomorrow, --transformers to a more unified earth, --angels bearing an eye for justice and peace. Manifold arrests for drugs affect the youth and all others who grasp the illusions of euphoria. Concerned individuals' throat drying cries, a forlorn scourge of agony... Oh God, what sight that will be! And now, Shall we, knowledgeable of the effects of drug addiction, let such things happen? Won't we drubbed such escalated catena of grief by doing something? What can we impart? What can we do to care? When will we start? ©O. E. Guillermo 8:44 pm; November 13, 2014 Sponsor Debbie Guzzi Contest Name Global Poetry placed 3rd