The Lonesome Road

A sunrise beautiful,
of deep red hue.
A mushroom cloud,
spelling murder and death.

A tranquil lake,
pristine and clean.
Waste disposal sites,
spewing disease and waste.

An open glade,
that gladdens the eye.
A garbage dump,
attracting verminous hordes.

A breath of fresh air,
filling the lungs with joy.
Soot, dust and worse,
is it air you breathe?

Rain, beautiful rain,
cleaning the earth
Acid water from the sky,
burning through It’s soul.

A few days back, I saw a documentary on global pollution and it really made me sit and think. It’s high time we stopped killing the Earth - we have only one planet, you know. I don’t know how well I have put my feelings into words - so please bear with me.