Jail the dealer, free the killers
Words such as herion and addiction,
not often would you assume stem from a prescription.
We curse the dealers flipping dime bags to survive
yet we assume doctors only intent is to save lives.
America, here we are, prescription pills deaths are on the rise,
children watch as their mothers turn blue, all they can do is cry.
Land of the free, home of the brave, and the right to kill if you have a degree,
this kind of freedom just isn't for me.
These companies killing our people just to make a dime,
yet not a single doctor in behind bars serving time.
This poem is about:
My community
My country