*****
The leaves of the tree cannabis
For healing of the nations are —
For dreams of sweet equality
And cessation of war
To lay disease from cancer to
Glaucoma down to die
To put anxiety, depression
Spite and hatred to the lie
To lead us merry back again
To where we sing and dance
Willingly, relaxing give
Synchronicity a chance
To operate, as in our
Uptight present never could,
Following the flow till we
Discover it’s all good
*****
The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
