the drug addicts

When an area or village

The cool blowing breezes

The warm and friendly people

You think everything is cool

Behind the facade and the smile

There are the lurking dark shadows

Betraying the trust and friendliness

There are the drug addict roaming around

The money for the habit

In time the money gone to bits

Smoking up in wasted energy

Burning the brain to hell

The villagers or town folks

They shouldn't play “we don't know”

Let the police round the addicts up

But police need information to act

Addicts are hungry

They need to take a fix

Else they will become aggressive

The growing hunger for the brain

In its bad behaviour pattern

The addicts will take all measures

Even committing robberies, rapes or murders

Just they will get money for their craving

The addicts have to save themselves

Before concerned parties can come in to help

Once the cold turkey is done the recovery will be hard and slow

It is still better than facing a bleak future and time