The sun rises over the smog
Gray and bright
The cityfolk head to work
The factory pumps smoke
A city of twisting metal and cement
Winding roads filled with cars
People burning coal in their fireplaces
Not a tree in sight
Children head to school with masks
Not for any disease
To protect their lungs from the toxic air
They walk past the crematorium
The school lies just outside the city
On the way they pass a single blade of dead grass
The school is plaster white
A colorless school for a colorless world
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Author:
MysteryGhost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was going to post this the week after next however decided against and will post this as need weeks poem. Can't post at my usual time because I have a flight to catch later. Enjoy!
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Such a thoughtful poem, truly represents the times we're living in.
Thanks for reading! Glad you enjoyed it!
I guess it pays to keep one's eyes open in the city .. otherwise, just look at what one might miss .. Enjoy the break .. Neville
Thank you so much! Yeah I have a few poems like this one. Hard to choose what to post.
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