Bitter Pill

And the cuckoo did come calling

As if my prayers it was answering.

Last vestiges of nature where the people dwell

On the road, for trees, it is the death knell

In the name of easy traffic, quite tragic

Soon the traffic fills up, nowhere to go

Trees have long gone, part of history some time ago.

Heat spells, dust in the air, gasping for breath

Asthma, breathlessness other problems with health

Wealth is there for some, but problems no dearth

Wilting for want of water of love, not a way of life, humans behove.

Angst I let out, my words fall on deaf ears

Nobody listening, on the brows sweat glistening, city life frustrating

Parks missing, where do I park my woes

Life, a bitter medicine, for one to take in doses.