But now all of this came to a close.
Their coffins open, their bodies cool.
Now they roam from point to point in a playground up high.
And their minds stayed clear.
Their high was an illusion,
In tight rooms walled up.
With drugs nothing is clear,
And life passed by like a low point.
They were cool.
All they did was eat, drink, and get high.
Meryem Amulic, Grade 12