Oh foul is the smoke
of  these chemical sticks of death
how burning to the eyes
so very bad for the breath

The thick black tar
coating incapacitating
those pink lungs
so pure when young

Now I watch you lay there Mother
fighting hard for breath
and tears fill my eyes
as I wait for your death

Their is nothing I can do
as you cough and sputter
all I knew then, was
I was losing my Mother

Big profits with high tax
life cut short with your axe
you widow makers
and mother takers


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris