Drugs, Drugs, Heroin, Brown Sugar, Cocaine! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Drugs, drugs,
Heroin, brown sugar, cocaine,
Where are they going,
Say you,
The young guys of today
In this age of
Unemployment and joblessness
For pleasure sake?

My God, who to come to their relief,
Who to relieve and save them
And for the drugs
They selling it all
In the company
Of the gang
And the gangsters as drug mafia?

The young-young immature minds and brains,
Young-young souls and spirits,
Where are they,
Where are they going
In search of pleasure
Which but temporary,
Not permanent
And lasting?

And on seeing them distraught and devastated,
How can it be,
How can it be that I shall sit cosily
And they will keep writhing in pain
Asking for drugs,
Drugs and stimulants,
Alcohol and spirit
To get the relief from,
O, how, how can it be
That I shall, shall sleep in my homes?