My mother would hiss <br />At a youth smoking indian hemp <br />These days I know not <br />What children are up to <br />She would curse the world <br />And preach with gusto <br />No one who suckled at my breast <br />Would touch that smelly stuff <br />She knows not what my brothers do <br />And she enjoys the ignorance <br />These ones who suckled at her breast <br />Could they really be doing what they are?<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blissful-ignorance/
