BLOOD ROSE!

It all started as a joke, 

An expensive lie, that lost the First mark

Then the second, till it became difficult for him to regain control.

He lost his body,

It became a stranger to him 

Spreading like Black rot, 

Blowing him up to bits 

His fire quenched, his eyes Darkened 

Nothing could end this, except the system.

But oh, it fed the system too 

Fire knocked down its walls, 

the pillars of the future 

Unbothered, the system did not flinch.

Streams of fire, poured in from all corners 

It broke through our borders 

It's in the Codeine,Tramadol 

Now the bright flowers of our fields 

Have become the Dark paradise 

In the middle of Nowhere.

#SAY_NO_TO_DRUGS.

POET: Babatunde Modupe.

IMAGE CREDIT: Google Images.