Poezja

Black, billowing out of the exhaust pipe;
To join the smog, and the smells so damn ripe;
Flowing free form, as I watch from my stop;
Shaking my dark facial features, Why oh Why;
Coughing in this polluted Sky, I Sigh;
Oh I wonder and I ponder today;

Hear, Hear the complaints on the radio;
Climate Change you know, Climate Changed, Yeah So?;
All we do is talk, There's no active change;
Whining and crying of politicians;
Puffs of dense dark smoke, just like magicians;
Sickened, am I the only one who cares?