smog
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I am only overwhelmed with pure joy;
It is when I take in that sweet fresh air.
The smell of rain lingers as a decoy,
It's a distraction to the lack of care.
What if the world ran on energy
That was sent from the sun
people could do so many activites
that you could not count the fun
renewable energy doesnt go away
there's so much to use
Look around, what do you see?
Is it blurry or is it just me?
I rub my eyes to make the fog go away.
But I end up smearing my make-up for the day.
It is not hard to see the cause of this,
You don't know it yet but you are an infection.
A stain stung so deep into this earth's rich soil,
Dark, my limbs struggle through There is nothing to prove That the emptiness around me Isn't empty Where does it end? Where do I begin?
All that I reported was a little bit distorted,
We had known about the plants and we had seen how they consorted,
But unlike many other plans theirs was not aborted,
Forced to think about resources
What really matters today
Many obstacles man created
Life never got in his way.
This world is ours
ours to love
but yet we have cars
that is not love
with smog all around
and trees burning down
yet no ones makes a sound
no one even has a frown
the world is dying
