It was a beautiful day in May.

Little Ela and her friends went outside to play.

It wasn’t too long after they walked out the door,

Their senses churned as they lifted their heads from the floor.

Fresh air is what they expected, but instead they started choking.

The man passing by them was smoking.

Freedom you say- what crap have you been fed?

Freedom to express the cancer you spread?

If cigarettes are banned, you claim you lose your choice of expression,

but if they’re not, little Ela fears losing her health’s possession.

Rotting your lungs is undoubtedly your own choice,

but what about the parents whose children have no voice?

Little Eric struggles to breathe in his sleep,

The nicotine fills the house so deep.

Where is Eric’s freedom to make a decision?

Finding clean air is like going on a dummy mission.

Nothing is impossible you say?

I’ll correct you if I may.

It’s impossible for these children to have a fair shot

when you poison their future right on the spot.

How lovely the sound of cigarettes being outlawed

An end to something that should have since been seen as flawed.

The freedom to live a healthy life

cuts your choice of expression with a knife.

What’s freedom if your choice takes away from another?

What if in order to have a dad, you couldn’t have a mother?

It makes no sense to have to pick and choose.

Make smoking illegal and nobody will be forced to lose.