LETTER TO THE EDITOR
ED: This poem was sent to us by Micheal Liddle, with a request to publish it.
He says it was written by a young girl who was in jail on drug charges, and was addicted to crystal meth. She wrote this while in jail.
“As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but true to her story, the drug owned her. Please keep praying for our children, teens, young adults. Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realise,” writes Mr Liddle.
My name is TICK. I destroy homes,
I tear families apart,
take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold.
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember!
I’m easily found,
I live all around you – in schools and in town.
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I’m made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child’s closet, and even in the woods.
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there’s one you know best.
I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you’ll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You do what you have to — just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms, (your lungs, and your nose).
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I’ll be with you always — right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned – this is no game,
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind,
I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you’ll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master, you will be my slave,
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
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Thanks for sharing this, Michael. The language of this poem is deserving of prayer.
Hell is not a metaphor, it’s a destination.
In FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS, subtitled ‘A journey to the savage heart of the American Dream’ (pub. 1976), the late Hunter S Thompson identifies the “high water mark” of Western Culture as the drug culture advances into Central Australia, ably led by modernity’s liberal alcohol supply and peaking with Ice.
As this is being fueled by the alarming high prices it fetches here in Australia, this will only get worse before we can relax on trying to stop the illegal labs that are being set up in the houses next door in suburban town areas.
With this it is an example of why the legal drug companies are also targeting Australia.
While we are all in a state of shock at the illegal trade, not only in the cities but also remote communities, we are being distracted by the quiet attempt to bring in the legal use of powdered alcohol into our already over burdened systems.
How great would that be for the transport into remote areas – just add water!
Only if you want to.
Let the Territory lead the way ban it, keep this off our shores. Don’t we already have enough to deal with illegal drugs to have to deal with more legal ones as well.
And
It’s the tip of the iceberg Michael.
Your message should be rammed home in everything we do. This epidemic is far worse than the Ebola virus or the threat of ISIS. We need to use all of our so called corporate leadership skills, persuasive political strategies, community involvement networks, dedicated law enforcement tactics, proven family values and social media power to eliminate the drug.
It’s time for leadership at the highest level.
There is no more compelling task for our Chief Minister to take on.
Governments across the nation are funding programs worth millions to counter the growth in illicit drug trafficking. Can we do an audit on the outcomes? Can we get inside to the families of the Territory? Can we set a world standard for a frontline drug offensive?
Can we offer our kids a lasting alternative to drugs? What’s the value proposition? The youth of our country need to be formally recognised as the panacea and should be included in every discussion.
It’s a bloody big task. But the enormity should not deter.
To the Feds … in the rush to balance the budget please consider there are bigger issues at stake here. It’s like the father who works seven days a week for 20 years to pay off the house mortgage and never sees his children.
So he pays off his house but he has missed out on the family interaction.
Noel Pearson has the right balance. He sees all Australians as his family and works tirelessly to give them the best opportunities available.
Step up, Sir, and lead the nation.
This ten year old propaganda is irrelevant, unhelpful, not news, and certainly not journalism.
Shock tactics and sensationalism are proven failures: the people who most need to listen to helpful advice turn off when channels flood with hype instead of honest information.
Aside from the fact it’s a very powerful poem, it’s all over the internet, and has been for a long time.
The most credible author I can find of it is that it was written by Samantha Reynolds, who was an adult when she wrote it, she was not an addict, and had never even seen meth.
Just saying, although its powerful, check your sources.
The facts remain that there have been at least two ice busts in Alice Springs in recent months.
The police are on record as being aware of its presence.
The local community is not well versed in this drug and its effects, so instead of playing the critic, why not play the journalist and see how you go compiling some useful information for those who are just beginning to understand that there’s a relatively new drug on the block.
There are a number of workshops surfacing in country and regional areas.
Certain types of people will be more at risk – antisocial types and their submissive orbiters, adolescents, homosexuals, polydrug users.
This drug induces slavery, a concurrent sense of omnipotence and a desire for more as the effect decreases and the light of reality shines in. Therefore it is most profitable.
The profits largely go to organised Middle Eastern crime syndicates, funding terrorism, including the kind directed towards us, as well as, to an even greater extent, Asian, predominantly Chinese organisations, which become very rich on the back of addicted misery. North Korea also explicitly manufactures and exports to its enemies.
This drug makes people prematurely age on the inside and outside. It sends people nuts, turns them into drug sluts, hookers and crooks.
I’m not sure you can appeal to feelings with a poem on this. The effect in the brain is far more primal, in areas more associated with survival – aggression, fornication, the reward system if you will.
It probably won’t induce anything of the sort with the first few uses … for most.
From there it reliably ends badly, in a life changing way.
Very few people at risk would even read a publication like this so there seems little point with poetry.
For the few that do, Brendan McMahon’s story (Melbourne) is illustrative. Look it up and see.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/rabbits-case-gets-stranger/2005/11/24/1132703316795.html
Reality tells a much more entertaining “narrative” than a fuzzywuzzy poem written by a never user (lefty?) chump-poet.
@ Nimby. Never underestimate your audience.