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
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
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
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