Sigh Sky Sigh

(original upload found here: http://truml.com/profile/poetry-detail/108284 )

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?

Author's Note

not recently written was written at about the 26/03/2012

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

constant exhaust pipes smog emitting noxious fumes is detrimental to our health.i agree, politicians should know their priorities and do something about it. excellent poem to raise awareness.

[Blindfolded]

A great write and such an important topic as well.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

This message needs to get out. By the time something is done about this, it will be too late.

[K-mo]

this is good, I like it!

[Priscilla Sayers]

Many care, great message.