Beside the Highway
We drove past
thick white,
spewing from a
tall, dull grey
chimney.
And through
the circulating air,
we smelled
sour and biting.
Stretched out
to the sides
were monotone
colored fields
of industrial plants,
Growing
from the acid rain
they left behind.
YOU ARE READING
The Sins of Man
PoetryWhy is there so much hate in the world? Why does nobody confess - the sins of man.
