by Rebecca Write

Created on: January 19, 2010

It’s the hemp, it’s the weed, it’s the soil, it’s the seed

It’s the farmer, it’s the earth as we stand and watch her bleed

And for this my friends, there is truly no need

Because the hemp plant could help us, were it not for greed.

 

Seeds are eaten roasted, raw, as flour and as meal

As a salve, scent and rub, it helps us all to heal

Soaps, lotions, and conditioners are nice to smell and feel

Lipstick, sunscreen and body scrub for real

 

Shirts, caps, dresses, jackets, belts and ties

Tarps, socks, shower curtains, and tents to keep you dry

Hammocks, paint, and tablecloths available to buy

But the DEA won’t admit you can’t get high

 

You can buy pot in California and that’s all fine and good

You can grow weed up in Oregon as those folks feel you should

But the hemp plants is an outlaw and widely misunderstood

The DEA won’t let us raise it, even though they could

 

It nourishes the soil all around it just by growing

And here is thing agri-giants are clearly knowing

You can fertilize the soil with a seed simply by sowing

The rain and the sun is all you need to keep it going

 

Then you have furniture stuffing, plaster and structural beams

Car moldings, concrete, and paper by the reams

Candles, bedding, bath mats, place mats and jeans

Clearly hemp is nature’s precious many splendored thing.

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