Smoke Signals - Van Baol

Smoke Signals, Van Baol.
In days of old, the skies would dance,
With smoke signals bold, a warrior's chance.
A puff, a swirl, a message clear,
"Bring more buffalo, the feast is near!"

But now the smoke is not so wise,
It rises up to clog the skies.
No more do tribes send out their puffs,
Instead, it's vapes and factory stuffs.

Where once a cloud meant tales were spun,
Today it’s just pollution’s fun.
The ancient art, now long misplaced,
Replaced by vapes in every taste.

Oh, how we’ve changed, our signals too,
From wisdom’s smoke to toxic brew.
But deep inside, the message stays:
We’re still just trying to find our ways.

So let’s remember, through the haze,
The signals sent in ancient days.
For in the swirl of modern grime,
A bit of smoke still tells the time.
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