Sunglasses would do.
Yet the sun is bright
We pay no bills for sunlight.
For our patch of sky overhead
We pay no sky tax
For our attempt at control of population
Makes room for this thankful tax exemption.
Before long the high rises will
Eclipse the sky from view
We’ll be riding to some scrubby park
Book tickets to greet the stretch of blue.
Then the reckless climate change;
Seasons break the existing frontiers
They are now flouting the rules of the game.
However, solar energy has a long way to go
With the alternative sources in tow.
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