Behold my friends, I am Heroin,
by A.M. Street
Known by all as a destroyer of men,
I entered this country, without a passport,
And ever since, I’ve been hunted and sought,
Whole nations have gathered, to plan my destruction,
I am the breeder of crime and corruption.
I am more valued than diamonds,
More treasured than gold,
Try me you’ll see, you too will be sold,
I’m a powder that looks no more than waste,
I’m soft and fluffy and bitter to taste,
I’m brown, I’m white and fantastic to use,
But once you’re hooked, I really abuse.
I’ll take a rich man and make him poor,
I’ll take a virgin and make her a whore,
I’ll make beautifully women forget their looks,
I’ll take honest men and make them crooks,
I’ll make you lie, steal, borrow and beg,
Then search for a vein in your arm or your leg,
I’ll make you selfish and fill you with greed,
Who cares of colour, religion or creed,
My gift is illusion, my blessing is take,
Only death and destruction, follow my wake.
My friends are many but I’m loyal to none,
I’ve come to destroy and my work will be done,
Run from me if you like, for I never chase,
Sooner or later, you’ll return for a taste,
Once in your blood, you’ll not think I’m, mean,
You’ll praise me as master and nod in your dream,
You’ve heard my warnings but will you take heed?
Put your foot in the stirrup, mount this great steed,
So sit in the saddle and hold on real well,
For the great horse of Heroin, will take you to Hell.
A poem written by a resident at a Bangor hostel, January 2012
published in The Big Issue.
Print a copy and give to your local school, pub or club.