<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360031" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where Poppies Grow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where poppies grow <br>There lies your foe <br>Who seeks a harvest <br>Of destruction. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The youth, his target, <br>The snare is set <br>As nations collapse <br>From within. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He will not fight <br>Through weapons of might <br>But slyly aims <br>At the core. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young lives are crushed <br>By opium's brush <br>Burdened families <br>Decaying. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like towers that fall <br>Whose foundations are all <br>Of society's nucleus- <br>They're dying. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The foe's in their blood <br>From those poppy pods, <br>Sprouting a nation's <br>Addiction. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where poppies grow <br>There laughs your foe, <br>An invisible war is won: <br>Your MORAL EROSION. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>............................. ................................................. ........<br>August 14,2008<br>Philippines</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'When foundations are being destroyed, <br>what can the righteous do? ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Psalm 11: 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cynthia+Buhain-Baello">Cynthia Buhain-Baello</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360031" data-title="Where Poppies Grow de Cynthia Buhain-Baello" data-description="Where poppies grow There lies your foe Who seeks a harvest Of destruction. The youth, his target, The snare is set As nations collapse From within. He will not fight Through weapons of might But slyly aims At the core. Young lives a..."></div> </div> </div>

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