I would love to live in the country-
The morning breath of cool clean air,
The smell of freshly turned hay,
Ahh, leave me here, in this life without care.
But dreams are not true, they are fantasy
For I now live in a city
Breathing all the smog and foul air
Of our doing, should we get pity.
Of all the things we have invented
Polution-less life is not yet seen,
We could all live much longer,
If the environment and air were clean.
If the inventor could see the future,
He would realise the need for purity.
If philosophers could foretell life;
They would see this waste and insanity.