WAR ON OUR OWN PEOPLE WASTED

And the king said, "Let there be war."

Many have fought, many have bled, and many have died; casualties of the
battle against the vicious, black hearted, Nazi-Americans who dare to make
their own decisions for illegal prescriptions.

"Death to those free willed, free skilled, and free illed fooled." The
words echo from the black suited king from the white gleaming kingdom. His
words voyage throughout the land. His words thunder the smoky gray skies,
provided by the gals and guys, high off more than just life.

And the king said, "Let there be war."

Armies of blue and white stampede through the night to make right, when
right can only be decided by Christ. Sticks1 are freely hit against those
who freely hit2 sticks.

"Code Red against coke heads until they're broke and red," says the
Vi-lent, the pitch of his voice bouncing and dropping like gun shots
popping, in unity with the Siren.

Most of the vic-tim-ized, are women, men and guys who are gettin' high just
to get by. Their kingdom, "The Great", has failed them and this is their
only means of escape but wait...hold your breath, don't make a mistake,
'cause here comes another blue and white face.

And the king said, "Let there be war."

As bodies shiver in fear and stomachs growl from lack of food on the plate,
a man sniffs something baked but not cake, his patience breaks and he
roars, "you're the ones who should be helping us for God's sake!"

Imprisonment is the positionin' he's fit within because the Violent, "the
Vicious Men," overheard his wishin' and pleas for better livin'.

And the king said, "Let there be war."

The king, however, is as clever as he is de-ceitful. He bombs Saddam and
the Queran to distract the fact he's turned his back on his own people. In
reality, the abuses of the Nazi-Americans were his own at one time, but now
he can send 1 Time3 to cash checks off of crack heads so he can probably
have sess4 for lunch time.

The free thinking, some weed breathing, others free of weed breathing-free
thinking, ask and ask why battle crack and smack when New York towers are
falling back to back.

"Is this not where we should focus our attention? Let the crack and smack
cats destroy their comprehension," the first voice mentions. "If we let the
green leafers freely breathe their green reefer then perhaps it will stop
drug related death by heat seekers," says the second.

The second asks the first if he was heard and she is utterly disturbed by
the word, "no." What's worse, the second asks the first if she was heard
but the response shouldn't be deserved, "me neither."

And the king said, "Let there be war."

Editor's Note

The federal government alone spends over $600 on the war on drugs every
second. And over 80 percent of drug arrests are for possession, not
distribution.

Homicide rates were at their highest last century during Prohibition and
the height of the war on drugs, present day.

We don't have to have a war we don't agree with, especially if it continues
to be ineffective. Drug use has not decreased. but increased.

Always remember you have a voice. It's our country to make what we want.

--Mike Miller

1-glow sticks, 2-crack pipes 3-slang for police, 4-slang for marijuana

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