Dedicated to all the youth who fall prey to drugs, gambling and other vices and throw their lives away in the process.
P.S. If yer wonderin, Matka is the local name for a type of highly addictive, notorious lottery. Many dens have sprung up outside tuition classes or near pubs in Goa, luring youth into a gambling habit from which there’s no escape.
Oh! What a fool I’ve been! , thought John, as he lay bleedin outside a shack,
Blood streamed from the gapin stab wounds on his neck an’ from his back.
The young man’s troubles had begun the day he’d started visitin the matka den outside his tuition.
He’d indulged in it just for fun….
But, it’d slowly turned into an addiction!
Soon, he was gamblin, tryin his luck at casinos.
Sometimes he’d win, other times Lady Luck dealt the hardest blows!
Speakin o’ blow, he was soon doin that too,
Huffin an’ dealin, his greed for money soon grew.
Pickin up tricks o’ the trade, he could easily give the cops a slip,
An’ his poor parents couldn’t save im, cuz he was in too deep!
But one night on an isolated beach, he got into a fight with some shady folk,
They’d cheated John, not paid for their coke.
It’d ended brutally an’ now he lay gaspin in the blood-stained sand,
He couldn’t believe that this was the end!
Just a boy he was, so much he could’ve offered.
But he chose the wrong path an’ for this, he suffered.