Pollution

All this pollution,
Jet planes roar above spewing toxic chem trails,
Pencil clouds that appear to vanish to the naked eye,
Although we lose sight it is still there en masse,
Consider only your neck of the woods,
Try to count the number that have passed by,
Dropping fuel exhaust on our oblivious skulls,
Coming in for a landing or taking off from the city,
One can hear from a car below the engines' power,
Automobiles also smoke out our atmosphere,
Brown, yellow clouds that intensify the irritation from the Sun,
Rush hour traffic fatigue comes to motorists,
Floating upon the concrete rivers bogged down by false realities,
In the distance from the freeway a passenger spots a building,
A factory amid a community of industry,
Sweatshops, smokestacks, distribution warehouse and some houses,
Diesel powered rigs come through and away,
Pickups and deliveries with destinations interstate or international,
Dropoffs at the ports contaminated with sewage,
Drainage from the aforementioned industrial sector via controlled wash,
Excess garbage dumped by the island of styrofoam finds its way back,
For the landfills have become satiated with consumption,
International trade routes flooded with oil burning freighters,
Developing nations have fewer alternatives,
Developed nations are too stingy to make the switch,
Until then we are stuck with all this pollution.