Where poppies grow br There lies your foe br Who seeks a harvest br Of destruction. br br The youth, his target, br The snare is set br As nations collapse br From within. br br He will not fight br Through weapons of might br But slyly aims br At the core. br br Young lives are crushed br By opium's brush br Burdened families br Decaying. br br Like towers that fall br Whose foundations are all br Of society's nucleus- br They're dying. br br The foe's in their blood br From those poppy pods, br Sprouting a nation's br Addiction. br br Where poppies grow br There laughs your foe, br An invisible war is won: br Your MORAL EROSION. br br br br br ......................................................................................