It's not my fault
I did nothing,
belching emissions,
putrid and foul,
clogging up the air,
millions of exhaust,
letting off black steam,
carbon gas,
foggy mists,
rising to grey heavens,
hover, unmoving
acid rain pours down
soot filth and offal,
shamed the sun
lost luster,
to dark shadows,
promises of bright
fled and vanished,
this we call environments
coupled and compounded,
with unending vast networks,
electro magnetic monsters,
towers pulsing breathing,
out their own song,
contaminating diseases
their dirge wailing, whining
communicating messages
transformers illuminating
artificial light to opaque minds
monsters lined across horizons,
in farmers fields and city streets
breathing down the crowded necks,
belts ties, and shoe laces
stretching from end to end
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I would like to translate this poem
Industralisation has made our life a mockery..............inevitably, runnin away from it is not an option.We got to live with it! An eye opener to industrialist! Another amazing piece from you my bro Shimon!