Charcoal scales
In spite of it all, we stand here smoking
The dark is speaking a common tongue
The rain is beating a common drum
In spite of it all, the fire churns
Young heart yearns for age
Brainwashed rage taught page by page
Enslaved by minimum wage
Final stage predetermined
Doesn't matter how much you're earning
Look at that cigarette you're burning -
Bring that Camel through a needles eye
Same chance as seeing pigs fly
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Wed 30th Dec 2020 18:49
A lot of the world's population needs to try and understand this poem. I don't myself find it difficult to understand, but I'm also not a smoker and didn't find that decision difficult to understand either so...