Shallow waters, still is the night,
moon, stars, rocks, and trees,
a sandy beach,
palm trees and music playing in the Caribbean night,
the Caribbean night,
filled with talk and laughter,
a busy harbour,
a quiet beach,
a boat laden with drugs headed for disaster,
for a storm is coming,
and though they know what many want,
they will not reach them,
and will be tortured, shot, and murdered quickly after,
for it is what it is,
a regular occurrence,
when you involve yourself in such chaos and disorder,
for desperation drives the few at the bequest of the powerful,
and those with money,
those with money who sell drugs in vast quantities,
seem greatly pleased,
whilst others feed their addictions,
whilst not thinking of the bodies piling up,
and the families and the children of drug dealers,
are left behind and left distraught after,
oh, such a cost it is death,
that the pleasure of the world orders,
but the drug users are mostly high on ignorance,
whilst the bodies pile up,
of much-loved sons and daughters.