Pollution
Dark clouds roil over dark buildings
and cover the sky
in a choking blanket. People whisper
but their breaths are halted by thick smoke.
Eyeballs burn in the acid
air. Oxygen depletion brings tears to sore eyes.
Man-made BANG!s and BOOM!s echo in
frigid air. The tongue cringes at the droplets of
bitter sludge condensed in overproduced gas.
Broken glass crackles underfoot. No avians
caw o'erhead. Rain that falls burns through
skin. Unused buildings stoically stand still
in silence, doors like gaping mouths
stay watching the street. A world
decimated by pollution; a world slaughtered
by those who swore to maintain it.
A futuristic scene, that takes more
than one soul to change, to create, to prosper.
Together, we can prolong this seemingly
inevitable scenario.
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