Two dollars
Two dollars he spends to buy a package of cigarettes.
I wonder!
It must be ten dollars if tax paid and purchased
Legally
What is what?
Who gains and who loses?
I recall radio advertise:
"Money paid on secret cigarettes
Ends in guns
Buys bullets for crimes
And blood
Innocents, passersby…
The wrong time wrong place? "
He, a poor labourer
Speaks no language
Is in need
Cigarettes mean relief
Pain killers…
And who gains?
The makers like Rothmans?
I recall cigarettes that were rolled
Permitted by the laws of Tajik:
"Better use tobacco than using heroine! "
And who gains?
Who is right?
I wonder as wander
In the dark, and the light,
And grey!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem