Smoke and Silence
In Nauru's breeze, the smoke ascends, A habit deep, where culture bends. Myanmar's mornings, misted gray, Serbia's nights, the ashtrays stay.
Papua New Guinea's coastal air, Timor-Leste's lanterns flare. Bulgaria's cafés, smoke entwines, Lebanon's tales in tobacco lines.
Indonesia's islands, clouds arise, Latvia's streets under hazy skies. Croatia's shores, the embers glow, A world where cigarettes freely flow.
Yet far away, the air is clear, In Ghana's fields, no smoke draws near. Ethiopia's heights, breaths untainted, Nigeria's paths, lungs unpainted.
São Tomé's breezes, fresh and light, Panama's days, no smoky blight. Eritrea's dawns, crisp and clean, Benin's horizons, a smoke-free scene.
Togo's rhythms, pure and strong, Colombia's beats, a healthier song. Sweden's forests, lungs rejoice, In these lands, the air has voice.
A tale of contrasts, stark and wide, Of choices made, and health's divide. May awareness rise, and habits shift, Towards cleaner air, a global gift.