A Vaporous Plague

By AI and I

Once we fought the smog of tobacco’s grip,

With lungs turned black and trembling lip.

We rallied, we marched, we sounded the call,

To free ourselves from nicotine’s thrall.

Doctors warned, the truth laid bare,

Of cancer’s wrath and poisoned air.

Victory tasted sweet, the battle seemed won,

Then came the vapors, blocking the sun.

A sleek new villain, dressed in disguise,

With fruity scents and clever lies.

“No smoke!” it said, “Just harmless mist,”

Yet the devil’s hand still clenched its fist.

This one needs a battery, a precious toll,

Cobalt mined from Earth’s bleeding soul.

The mountains weep, the rivers run dry,

As children dig where dreams go to die.

And oh, how it spreads, this vaporous curse,

In schools, in homes, in whispers rehearsed.

An evil alien’s masterful scheme,

To make life a fleeting, shattered dream.

Why did we fight? Why did they die?

To clear the air, only to sigh?

For now, the clouds of vapor loom,

A digital fog sealing our doom.

Will we rise again, with lungs and will?

Or let this scourge the Earth’s breath still?

The answer lies in hearts anew,

To fight once more, to see it through.

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