Fuel Emissions
The air is thick with a silent curse,
A veil of smoke that darkens light,
Fuel-fed clouds that only worsen,
Hiding the stars, dimming the night.
Engines hum, a constant drone,
Inhaling fumes, we breathe them in,
The city’s pulse, a choking tone,
As toxins seep beneath our skin.
The lungs grow weak, the heart beats fast,
In the haze, the body fights,
A sickness born from shadows cast,
As we inhale the poisoned heights.
The children cough, the elders wheeze,
A quiet toll that goes unseen,
As the planet struggles to breathe,
And we ignore the rising scream.
Fuel emissions, heavy, grim,
A health betrayed by what we burn,
The earth grows sick, its edges dim,
And still, the deeds of our failures are firm.
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