The market makers are shouting,
Praising and persuading the people
To please purchase their products.
They display the danger
And they publicize the poison,
“Death for sales,” they are shouting
As they distribute the diseases;
They are the sellers of sicknesses
And the promoters of problems;
They are the dealers of death
And the carriers of coffins.
The customers are the companions of fools,
They buy death with their money
And hold the death with their two fingers.
Their mouths are licking the death
And their eyes are turning to red,
Becoming like the red cap
On the head of a charged death.
Hei! Wait a bit.
You senseless smokers.
Why did you fold your money
And put fire on it?
Must you die before your time?
Please you have a choice to make.
Stop chasing the merchants of madness
And desist from the sticks that kill.
Life is free and death is for sale,
Make the best choice today.