I wrote a poem called “Think of the Children” about the current drug war.  Inspired by Ginsberg with about 0.002% as much talent.  Here you go:

Think of the Children

Think of the children who’s lives are destroyed due to reality experiments
Society easily writing off those not in lock-step with status quo as having “problems with drugs”
When the real problems they have are with drug enforcement and the lack of individual responsibility and cultural awareness it breeds

Think of the children who listen to the sporadic percussion of .38 caliber pops and high speed rubber
Their neighborhoods overrun by violent pawns of a seemingly unstoppable market force
A market driven by the greed we teach in schools and propped up by politicians who claim to want safer streets

Think of the children who wake with swollen lips and earlobes from the bites of roaches
Their parents waging a war with the world’s greatest military power and living accordingly
Suffering in a nation that threatens it’s subjects with enslavement as a treatment for their health problems

Think of the children who’s frozen faces we find in the filth behind a strip mall on Route 33
Altering their consciousness with refrigerant, metallic paint or Air-in-a-Can because the safer alternatives are inaccessible
The prospect of death seeming more merciful than the promise of incarceration

Think of the children