Once nice streets full of flowers

Now a dark and barren land

The factories working round the clock.

The skies crying for help behind thick smog.

 

Labour of people all ages and sizes

Without any large prizes

The sun comes out like a blue moon.

People come out to see it.

 

The super sad song of the wind

Swiping across a packed and filled land.

People live life in darkness.

Shadowing them like disease

 

At the end of the day, it is all done.

No one smiles it was not fun.

Time for rest in carbon-filled air.

Hoping they live another day.