Poetic Weapon Forged in Herb Fire
In the furnace of my mind i do forge
Iron thought that i do quickly pound
My crazed musings do glow red hot
Mental iron is shaped and flattened
Blow after blow slowly transformed
A concept’s forged with deliberation
An idea comes into a fiery existence
Smokey fuels that my furnace burns
A vegatal matter that burns like coal
And the bellows of my mind furnace
Is my trusty bong, my sacred chalice
Ever toke is like a mind hammer blow
Words turn to sentence then to sword
An armoury of poetic sword is forged
Swords of words defend herb honour
Herb poems forged in psychedelic fire
My words are my sword of pot honour
Battling the beast of babilon herb lies
Subtly cutting, stabbing and thrusting
And jabbing at the beast of prohibition
Words of pot protest defending herbs
Weed poems forged in the ganjah fire
Herb verses wrote to inspire herb fans
To defend the honour of holy cannabis
Lyric inspiration to get up and stand up
For us to fight for our ganjah birth right
To combat the beastly laws of babilon
And to slay prohibition with our words
Our voices to be heard about cannabis
To bash babilon with our true rhetoric
You’re welcome to use qanbast poems
To defend good buds by a stoned poet
