Poem about air

It won't be enough.

It won't be enough soon.

They destroy it but breathe it.

They don't have to destroy it.

They do it on purpose.

But they have to breathe it.

So why are they destroying it?

It will disappear.

We will all disappear.

It will disappear as quickly as a lot of beautiful forests.

In the morning it is the cleanest they say. Take a deep breath to feel the freshness.

And that is smog.

Well, they still say it is the smell of winter.

They don't know.

But they know how to destroy.

Thousands of cars emit poison.

Thousands of chimneys emit poison.

How did they allow that?

Just one day to stop all those machines.

One day a year.

Or one day a month.

One day a week.

I vote it to be Sunday.

A day to shut down all the machines!

Think deeply.

Think with full lungs.

Author: Musician

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