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| My brother is a drug addict His fault? Yours or mine? Society in their gullibility turn away Dressed in ecclesiastical attire To ward of brimstone and hellfire My brother is a drug addict His fault? Na�ve or blind? No worldly goods to speak of All stolen in the insatiable desire for wealth The devils child, rotting forgotten Personified as deadly sins My brother is a drug addict His fault? Love or hate? Searching for a soul Resembling a college professor on sabbatical leave Wandering hidden catacombs in Ancient Rome Dodging track marks, littered with decay My brother is a drug addict His fault? Live or die? Standing on the edge of the funeral pyre Living contradictions, denying of the truth Waiting, wait, wait Bury or cremate? |
| My Brother is a drug addict |
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| copyright Jane F Chapman 2001 |
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| I dedicate this page to a special lady, my friend Joy in the hope that she like myself and others can find a ray of hope at the end of that dark tunnel called drug addiction. If only they knew what they do to the ones that love them unconditionally. "Hold your head high and be proud of your achievements and remember dont lose you along the way" |