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Faizan Barlas

Lahore, Pakistan.
Faizan Barlas
Lahore, Pakistan.
Thursday, March 4, 2010

Smoke Me To Death

Rating: 4.5
(Written from a cigarette's perspective)

I hang from their lips,
Clenched in between,
Sucking soul in sips,
My danger glows unseen,

I rest in a coffin,
Lined silver and gold,
With me are my kin,
Till the enemy takes hold,

Taste of my burning flesh,
Is that all they want?
All they need is a thrash,
What they must daunt,

A fierce war has been waged,
Our militia armed with death,
Damage done is more envisaged,
With each soldier’s last breath,

The foe takes us in a flame,
Till we are scorched to ash,
The oblivious fool is not to blame,
This is where we bash,
Cigars & pipes, hards and lights,
All are one and one in all,
No less than charging knights,
Gusting forth to brawl,

Orders are to be merciless,
Even with women and young,
With zeal our rivals we suppress,
In graves their bodies we flung,

Many of us it will take,
In this mighty quest,
Like starved jackals we won’t break,
Till enemy succumbs arrest,

Envy those who laid their arms,
Or are full of peace,
If not then suffer the harms,
And pack up to decease,

Smoke us to death or die smoking,
All is the same & same is all,
O unmindful! Start revoking!
If you are sage at all!
Faizan Barlas
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COMMENTS
Atsid Nehtoitem 25 May 2013
I'll gladly smoke every cigarette I get to death.
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Bill Cushing 04 March 2010
I love damn near everything here: great images, interesting perspective, and seems like a parody of a Shakespearian soliloquy. Good work.
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