IN A FOG

The earth’s resources once so pure
the soil, the water and the air,
polluted by man’s thoughtless disregard
of all that God put in his care.

It’s been in the name of progress
that we’ve brought us to the brink,
of multiplying illnesses
from what we breathe and eat and drink.

Industries polluting rivers
and the air we breathe to live
dumping toxic chemicals
a death sentence they do give.

Cities having smog days laced with poisons
that the sick stay in their homes,
to go out could spell disaster
communications made by phone.

Many people like myself
have suffered now for years,
our lungs are sick and tired
allergic to everything it’s clear.

To top it all we’re killing ourselves
and those in proximity,
with tars and nicotine befogged
knowing what in time might be.

Russian roulette being played out daily
by all of society,
smoking nails hammered in our coffins
puff by puff the worst will be.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 30, 2007