2021.04.21.
All for the smoke
Sit down with me to contemplatethe placid spiral
of the wafting smoke.
We won´t smoke again
the pipe of peace,
the war has already started.
We´ll sing at the top of our lungs,
like on a day our,
the fraternal hymn
of those who didn't give up smoking,
of the holy broterhood
(cough, cough) the coughs got me again...
Brother will fight against brother
but it won't fade away,
that ember at the hearth.
And his glow will not die
because it will always burn,
that light of freedom.
If we are a threatened species,
we want protection,
we want state funding.
And we will fight against oppression
and marginalizing,
hooray for ignition!
We'll sing until our throats go sore,
smoking is a sensuous pleasure.
We'll smoke without letting up,
smoking is a natural right.
Today, intolerance piled on
that poor smoker
that never bothered anyone
when the renegade complained,
because he already left
and became an inquisitor.
Tobacco invites dialogue
and in the friendliness
tensions clear up.
And hatred is turned to ashes,
bad moods go away and friendship is born.
We'll sing until our throats go sore,
smoking is a sensuous pleasure.
We'll smoke without letting up,
smoking is a natural right.