Sonnet 73: On Pollution

We pollute the atmosphere day by day With heavy industry belching out fumes Burning fossil fuels is not the game to play With smoke from chimneys pushing out dense plumes. With aircraft making contours in the sky Polluting higher in the atmosphere, Pumping out dioxins the higher they fly; Polluters that have no conscience or fear. But is this the right way to treat nature? With dioxins killing off all the trees Nature is a resource we have to nurture Not bring it crashing down around our knees. We only have one earth, so treat it right And those who pollute it we have to fight.