Thank GOD some governments are coming to their senses!
What lies have been told for the good of pharmaceutical and alcohol profits.

Inspired by Marijuana: Not Guilty as Charged, by David R. Ford

Tale of Two Grasses

A long time ago, when Nature ruled earth,
A great green grass grew. To smoke it gave mirth.
It relaxed the body and calmed the nerve.
The plant gave such joy; its purpose to serve.
Man made it illegal a short time ago.
He can’t forsee futures, nor any of the woe.
The grass that man likes, he must mow and then thatch.
He must pour on his poisons, killing nature’s flower patch.
His grass has been altered, to grow from its base.
He cuts off its top; no leaves hide its face.
It is watered and fertilized, with such loving care.
Then gives back so little, to oxygenate our air.
Hard drugs and legal ones are rampant now.
Mankind is in trouble, so I take a vow,
To tell the whole truth. I won’t tell you lies.
I have smoked with the Arabs and dreamt with the Thais.
The fight against drugs is being lost by mankind.
The more we say don’t, the more he must find.
How did one gain such favour, the other outlawed?
Lets look at all facts, see which ones are flawed.
We wanted such riches. We forgot common sense.
Many know the truth, but sit on the fence.
Man’s grass is a hybrid, Nature’s, a token of love.
Let’s right a great wrong. Legalize the bud from above.

Grass, the Good

We have two kinds of grass, one good and one bad.
Man’s hybrid sucks resources, yet became such a fad;
The other helped people, but made rich men mad.
They could not patent it, and they wanted the wealth.
They wrote propaganda; used slight of hand stealth
To undermine the benefits to happiness and health.
Mankind turned to tobacco, alcohol and crystal meth.
Some legals cause harm, bringing premature death.
They cause such tragedy, like Shakespeare’s Macbeth.
Nature made a medicine, the best she could grow.
It heals so much sorrow. How were we to know
Man would hide the truth and turn gift into foe?
Can we right a great wrong; let nature’s medicine be?
There are so many sad, and lonely people; but not me.
Mother nature will take care of us if we stop, look, and see.

Both by Lora Bruncke