The smoke obscures everything
Our eyes are blinded
The only smell is ash
It clogs all our pores till we feel
Like dirt

As the dust settles
The sweet smell of mangos and peaches
Speckle the air
And what have we found?
The tree of knowledge
Serene and pious

A promising figure
For a needy disciple
An artificial light
For the blind
That “magic pill”
For the addict

But here we stand with a choice
To bite or not to bite
All of us slaves
Until we bite
Until we rebel

Give us a path no disciple
Would dare trod on
Gives us the drugs
To bring us so low that the pressure crushes us
Give us a ladder
So we can knock the light
From the sky

Let?s put an axe to that tree