The sky was alive, a beautiful blue.
The glittering sun, almost made life anew.
The city polluted, and knew it was wrong.
Its release of smog, life wouldn't last long.
The woman walked, a bottle in hand.
Going to litter, would not be trash canned.
The man drove by, behind him was death.
Dreaded exhaust, inhaled every breath.
That shiny new car, still deemed as a prize.
The final result, will be earth's demise.