aldo Kraas

Trapped

We are trapped
In a no win situation
And we are all blacks
Buying joints from
The drug dealers in the street
The drug dealers talk us in to it
We don’t like to smoke joint
For a few days
Now we stopped finally
We are wear that the joint
Can kill us

That is a new poem
Written by
Aldo Kraas

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