THE DARK CLOUDS

Tatyough Terungwa Thomas

The chimneys black with smoke 

and toxic woods get broke 

to make flames for winter 

 

The exhaust of the motorcar 

is a weapon of destruction 

like a fuel on a running dynamo 

 

The dark clouds block the sun 

and causes frustration

and the agents of destruction

squawk like a parrot 

 

The dark cloud frown 

like a thunderstorm sky 

thus acid rain and global warming 

attacking the earth

 

Dilly-dally citizens in despair

Having trees and fresh air beyond compare 

or living the rest of their lives in haunt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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