The
smokers stand in pouring rain,
No
cool act can disguise their pain.
What
compensation can they gain
For
cold, and passerby's disdain?
The
water streams right down their face,
As
they endure addict's disgrace.
Even
on a wet dark night,
They
stand their ground without a fight.
Driven
out from the warmth and light
They
rail at laws that don't seem right.
What
a harsh grip this curse attains,
Upon
its victims' craving brains.
It is based on seeing a colleague standing outside on a shockingly wet day as I arrived at work. I was unable to recognise him, he was so bedraggled.
'stand their ground without a fight' refers to their failure to fight the addiction, though they stand their ground tenaciously against the rain.
It is based on seeing a colleague standing outside on a shockingly wet day as I arrived at work. I was unable to recognise him, he was so bedraggled.
'stand their ground without a fight' refers to their failure to fight the addiction, though they stand their ground tenaciously against the rain.
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