The War

This war has raged for many a year Mothers & Fathers shed oceans of tears It’s fought here at home and on foreign soil I’m not talking about terrorist or oil Fought from home to home and coast to coast There are no boundaries when addiction is the host I remember once a lifetime ago I advocated this war with my soul Then I devoted my mind and took a stand Looked up at my Lord then kissed his hand Up until that moment the day was dark as hell For when the Lord saved me it was in my cell There is a fact that I can’t hide I became a traitor and traded sides Now days I travel from jail to jail Donate my books to the poor souls in hell Telling them all “Please believe what I say” “Our Lord can make this all go away” I am a living example for the world to see Just look at the changes the Lord made in me Some kid said, “Boy this one got way to spun” Homeboy pulled him aside and said, “That’s Jughead son” Then they ask their questions and I answered my best Told them “Take what you need and leave the rest” I hugged my homeboy with eyes full of tears He just caught an L with 37 years At our age I reckon he’ll die in the pen Someday I hope to see him again Him and I were as close as any two brothers I stopped by his house to consol his mother To the mothers and fathers please never lose hope Our Lords more powerful than all that dope To the addicts I say, “Just look at me” Living simple, honest, loving and free At the end of the road my castle awaits Provided I earn my way through the gate Authors note: I would like to dedicate this poem to all of the mothers, Fathers, Brothers and Sisters of addicts and or convicts in prison. To all the addicts I urge you to consider what your lifestyle is doing to the ones you love. A special dedication I wish to make to Mary Duhart. Mary my heart is with you always