Smoking Poem by Paul Warren

Smoking

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Smoking is a dying art
Only tried it once for my part
And I see the tobacco companies
Are still making lots of pennies

In the third world countries
With cigarette kiosks near child facilities
It seems for them it's a matter of choice
Health is something which should have a voice

Surely people matter and shouldn't be exploited
So that money is made for the anointed
Still the way the world is today
Money is important in its say.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: smoking
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Ahern 28 March 2017

Tried one, many years ago, thought I was going to die. Despite the warnings the habit lives on.

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Buried Alive 28 March 2017

Unfortunately in this world, money is God. Besides making cigarettes, companies pollute our water and air and manufacture guns that kill us everyday. Surely people 'dont' matter and are exploited A thought provoking poem that touches upon a major socioeconomic dilemma

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Paul Warren

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ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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