The Kush

Through the leaves of apathy
 I spy the fierce bark of my generation 
 A wretched blob of uppers and downers 
 Chasing phantoms in fancy suits

The tree grows limp 
 Cloudy skies cluster overhead
 In the throes of chaos and anarchy
 A generation at war with itself

I’m just in love with hash
 Just check if you have some cream
 Where do you think you’re going?
 On the road to rebellion

We’re not so different, you and I 
 I only wanted to see where it leads

So we’re here. And now what?


Originally published at sarkarsaab.blogspot.com on April 5, 2017.