Smoke
Smoke
Mist and fog have become rare,
Smoke has engulfed the air,
Pollution will soon keep our lives at stake,
No more neglect, it's the time to let our spirits wake...
Seeing people smoke cigarettes,
We usually find our mind seething,
We discount them deeply, yet we
don't revolt, and prefer overlooking.
The effluvia from uncountable factories
makes an exasperating sight for our eyes.
But, what we really do about it?
Nothing great, just express with scorns and sighs.
Smouldering at the smoke spewed from buses,
Certainty is not an uncommon sight...
But, we suppress our frustration within,
And knowingly, watch our own nature's plight...
People find burning waste as a shortcut,
But, ever wondered the level of smoke expelled?
Speak against these wrongs, if you
do not want to see your lives dishevelled...