Patience, Patience: Have Some.

Because, soon the time will come, man!
When the hippies will shout, "WE WON!"
The herb we tested for 20 years,
despite government crackdown fears,
will be declared a plant supreme.
These words describe our wildest dream.
Of healing, healthful, cannabis.
You may ask, "Why all of this Fuss?"
Over an, over, scented weed?
And it's orbed spawn, the evil seed?
We say, "It does cure cancer man!"
shrinking tumors is in its plan.
Hemp can rebuild dirt from the dust
of choked dead fields, destroyed by lust.
Tar is removed from lung bronchi,
as is smog, from our pale brown sky.
Where radioactive dust is caged.
Me thinks that we should be enraged.
Tremoring folks no longer shake.
This burning bush came not from the snake.
It is much more like, a tree of life.
That helps avoid the surgeon's knife.
Make food and oils, plastics too.
Did I mention, IT CURES CANCER!
Maybe it's time to found out who knew.
And still know! Corporate profiteers?
Who control us with our hopes and fears.
From their "sky high" money pile:
singing
"For a Camel, We will, walk a mile."