Ruing The Day (Poetry)

Too many cars — too many people
the air hangs thick with toxic fumes
commuters cough and swap diseases
another epidemic looms

The litter blows ... old buildings weather
acid rain attacks the stone
eats away the dreaming spires
the pigeon population flown

to what remains of fields and forest —
scraps of woodland sparse with trees
and yellowing through grainy sunlight
too early heap their fallen leaves

The river’s stagnant — choked with rubbish —
plastic bottles, pots and pans
cardboard, kettles, crashed computers
mattresses and larger cans

All those things that too-damn-lazy
stupid people throw away
and won’t recycle — simply dump it
think they’ll never rue the day

And now it’s come — our planet’s reeling
wrecked and ruined past repair
as sun sets on the poisoned beaches
priests will gather — say a prayer