Where poppies grow <br />There lies your foe <br />Who seeks a harvest <br />Of destruction. <br /> <br />The youth, his target, <br />The snare is set <br />As nations collapse <br />From within. <br /> <br />He will not fight <br />Through weapons of might <br />But slyly aims <br />At the core. <br /> <br />Young lives are crushed <br />By opium's brush <br />Burdened families <br />Decaying. <br /> <br />Like towers that fall <br />Whose foundations are all <br />Of society's nucleus- <br />They're dying. <br /> <br />The foe's in their blood <br />From those poppy pods, <br />Sprouting a nation's <br />Addiction. <br /> <br />Where poppies grow <br />There laughs your foe, <br />An invisible war is won: <br />Your MORAL EROSION. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />...................................................................................... <br />August 14,2008 <br />Philippines <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />'When foundations are being destroyed, <br />what can the righteous do? ' <br /> <br />Psalm 11: 3<br /><br />Cynthia BuhainBaello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-poppies-grow/
