Beijing
By Nicolas O
Published 6 April 2023
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.