Pollution’s Wrath

We all can remember a time, where the air begins to confine,

Our future is being written line by line, we need to begin our climb.

As each day goes, there’s more and more pollution. It’s more and more crucial to try and find a solution,

These foggy fumes are not an illusion, it seems like our world is in major confusion,

The angry beasts that are as thick as mud, going to take down our world in a thud,

Leaving not a single sprouting flower bud.

All those grotty monsters blocking out the sun, it's been a problem since 1771.

Soon they’ll be nowhere else to run, clean air, green grass, there'll be none.

All those scattered bits of trash, our world will turn to mash

And all that ash, you think our world won’t crash?

We think our trash will just disintegrate,

We are the ones to have to eliminate,

All we do is continue to manipulate,

Why do we still incriminate?

So act up, every bit starts to help,

Eventually our problem will be dealt.