The Weed

July 30, 2020

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

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