Song: The Needle in Your Arm

a intellectual blues riff for the heroin addict

How cruel!, the world around you,
a child so scared, defenseless,
would naturally seek a friend who,
assured that it would hurt less.
So eagerly embraced,
a blanket soft and warm.
All pain and fear erased,
the needle in your arm.

Time passed and you grew older.
The world became no better,
The armor on your shoulder,
now gripped you like a fetter.
It ruled you by the hour,.
Like some alchemic charm.
Kept fast within it’s power,
the needle in your arm.

At last you seek to sever,
this cruel, consuming, master.
Who leads you downward ever
to horror and disaster.
It drags you through the land.
Your eyes wide with alarm.
Nailed to it’s rotten hand,
the needle in your arm!

Pull it out! Oh God, pull it out!

About Louis William Rose

“I am an advocate for Liberty. What I do for Liberty I do not do for profit or fame. I seek no office other than the office of parliamentarian, and no reward other than for myself and my fellow men and women to live in a free country.” Louis William Rose is a lifelong student of parliamentary procedure and political process. He has served as parliamentarian for various organizations. A political philosopher, poet, singer, and writer, his articles have been published on-line and in pro-liberty papers in Florida, Kentucky, Georgia, and Montana. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from the University of North Florida, graduating summa cum laude in 2004, with an additional two years of graduate work in political philosophy. Mr. Rose is an outspoken supporter of the basic rights of man, especially freedom of speech, association, religion, individual rights to personal defense and property, and of republican, constitutional forms of government. He is married to the lovely Jamy Sue Rose, an award winning nature photographer and a Florida Master Naturalist and guide. He has two sons, Edward, a hydroponic farmer in the panhandle of Florida, and Alexander, a successful real estate developer.
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