Her brain is melting,
The tumors from her cancer
Festering invisible wounds,
The messages that once came so clearly
Now distant, fading echoes,
Only the habit of thought,
Like the habit of smoking,
What keeps her conscious
To the world where we live.
So much for quality of life,
The nicotine in full possession
Such is the price of profit
So Tobacco Magnates
Can live La Dolce Vita.
JM
"...an uprooting of the old order, the introduction of a new kind of society - cooperative, peaceful, egalitarian." -Howard Zinn,
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