The Weed

Chanting of Ram hath become the greatest sham

That morphs the fanatics into instant Bonds

Giving em virtual license to maim and kill

Marijuana is the antidote for virus called hatred 

Alas! The potion from heaven hath few takers

Among the traders of doom bent on creating mayhem 

Why just bank on grass to be the angel of God? 

If chanting of Ram makes em messenger of death

This poem is about: 
My country

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