For 1 Gramme

For 1 gramme of cannabis

The police tried to

Kill peace

For 1 gramme

At the end of a divided street

They pounced

Unannounced

In the middle of the night

And tried to defeat peace…

Arrested 29 innocent people

Busted in

Heavy handed

It was planned

It was planted

Behind the door

A fact you should not ignore

Not found in anyone’s possession

Or on any one’s person

There is no point to curse them

They are too pathetic

For it was planted

Just conviniently

To be ‘discovered’

Behind the door

At the entrance

To the site of liberation.

For 1 gramme…

They will stigmatize you

Make you larger than life

Inflate you into a major drug dealer

They will also say

A person  can leap

And they will keep

Saying

The same things

That you can jump

From herb to chemicals

Like coke, crack and heroine

Those media fools

Will always say one thing leads to another

They called you a ‘British Cypriot’ brother

always, often, usually

On the TV

Radio news report

coupled with the adage

‘Major Drug Addict Dealer’

When the said persons was busted

For 1 gramme

The same 1 gramme

Amount wise

of Cannabis

The police

Tried to kill peace…

Arrested 29 innocent people

They pounced

Unannounced

In the middle of the night

Down a divided street

They pounced for 1 gramme

not a kilo or an ounce

Just a gramme

To kill peace….

“Herb is a plant”

Bob and many wise people said

It grows in the earth

From the root to the stem and the bud

natty dread

So

for 1 piddly diddly gramme

The police

Tried to kill peace

For 1 gramme

For every single gramme

Which you can probably find somewhere

On every street in the world

For one piddly diddly squat gramme

The oppression persecution sufferation

Mus’ cease!

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