krunkpuppy

I walked into the field of green
As so many times before.
Looking left, and watching right,
wondering whats in store.

The last time I was at this place
The plants were almost grown.
This time I have the tools and bags,
To carry my plants home.

But as I drew closer,
Almost to the site,
A smell, a sound, a brand new trail,
Something wasn't right.

I slowed my walk as I got closer,
Scared out of my mind
What was going on down here?
What would I soon find?

And then it happened, all at once
They came from all around.
Freeze police, freeze dea,
I felt like I would drown.

I couldn't let them take my life
And so I turned to run.
One loud sound and I fell down,
A man had fired his gun.

As I layed there in the grass
I looked up to the sky
As the men looked down at me
My only word is...why?

Just a poem dedicated to all the honest, responsible, smokers and growers, who have given up there life in any way...whether it be jail, or the ultimate sacrifice because this harmless plant has been deemed evil. If you're a grower never forget the risk and always be prepared to accept the consiquences of your actions. It's not fair, but it is reality. Peace ya'll

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"Our country is in a sad state when the multitudes follow like sheep...programmed by the propaganda and lies. Sheep are eventually lead to slaughter. We are the few...We are the proud...We are the stoners. Spread the gospel..The weed will rise again." krunkpuppy