MJD, poem: Incinerator

As cancer floats, through the Dublin air. Catching the throat’s; a populace in despair.

Grey smog it leaves, from the stack so high. Shadowing nature’s Eves; the birds watching by.

Incinerate the lot. For we want too much. And forget what you see; greed has a deep pot.

Published by MJDWRITES

Thinker, fantasiser, reader, writer.

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