Our Enemy (An Ugly Cigarette) Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

It's about a finger's length That we pay our money to have it, then Slowly it does its ugly work to end our life, It's like an ugly snake that poisons its victims, then Slowly end their lives, but their will, They love it, but it hates them, They pay for their inevitable death, It takes at least some minutes every time they smoke it, It destroys their lives, then It separates them from their loved ones, It hurts as a whole, but They insist on having it anytime, A pretty person never takes it as a close friend, but As a bitter enemy, It hates its lover, then Like an ugly snake that poisons its lover anytime, so That is the cigarette.