Smoke
A dystopian poem
Depressing
The sky today is a piss-yellow-gray.
It should be blue with white clouds dancing.
The granite cliffs of nearby mountains
are lost in the haze.
Nobody to blame
politicians have ignored it for years for profit
big businesses worry only for profits
the people feel impotent
better to be a slave than make the family suffer
The permafrost is melting in Siberia
I could blame myself
the twenty-year-old beast I drive
the lack of recycling
the meat that I sometimes eat
I can’t afford to do much better
all the money goes away
the rich get richer
I’m a failure as an old white guy
I don’t trust the system
maybe we will all perish
under this ugly sky.