Salted Wound

Put off that cigarette, please, Your health and mine are at risk. Cause that white smoke to cease The earth needs not the heat, Or do you want to sink beloved Greece? You endanger humanity’s haven and meat Each time you light that match. Soon many will have no food to eat When the incubated icy lands hatch. Oceans pregnant with storms draw nearer to labour As your kind rise to pipe, batch by batch. Hold my hands as a friend and neighbour, Let my companionship bring you warmth And lift you high with its ethereal flavour.