Pollution Protest

What happened to the air we knew,
Crisp and fresh like morning dew?
Buttercups and daisies die,
And meanwhile people wonder why.
Country-wise, they grow quite well,
Away from city life and smell.
“Cities aren’t for nature’s plans,”
The bureaucrats make their stands,
“Factories are needed more,
Than growing flowers round the door.”

Gases, fumes, smog and smoke,
Pollution really is no joke.
Just walk along the avenue
To see the people cough and spew;
Children sneeze and clutch their throats,
While others brush soot from their coats.
“Onward, forward, we must progress!”
The bureaucrats all digress,
“We’re doing this for you!” they cry,
As we watch five thousand people die.

A man I knew, went for a jog,
And lost his way home in the smog.
Coughed and spluttered in the smoke,
Gasped and wheezed and began to choke.
Jogging’s not for health these days
With air that’s like a foggy haze.
“Think of progress, think ahead,”
The bureaucrats promptly said,
“You’ll thank us for it, by and by.”
And we watch ten thousand people die.

Best be quiet, best be still,
Lest our lungs with grime we fill.
Birds are getting scarce this year,
Seems they shun the atmosphere,
Or is it fog, or is it smoke?
At any rate, it is no joke.
As people flag, and flowers wilt,
The bureaucrats hide their guilt,
“We’re doing this for you!” they cry,
As another twenty thousand die.....