Where have all the people gone?
Life used to hold so much fun,
then the searing claw of dope came ripping
pulling everything undone.
We held the sunshine in our hands
but along came the needle and pill,
the tablets sung our eyes to sleep
the heroin made the kill.
No more laughter in the heart,
living life as a shambles of slaves.
Are the people who hated us happy
now that some of us rest in our graves?
Dark sweets were the cause, sugared stabs the ruin
nothing left of old times that shone.
How can there be anymore birthdays
when everyone seems to have gone?
High as kites which sail the sky
but the opium high turned to death,
sad to think not many reached forty
before they ran out of breath...
@Steven Francis poems 1995
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