Urbian Rhyme

Miss Murder

 

No streetlamps to light our way

No water to end our drought

What else do we have to find out?

 

Black air blowing up high,

And rivers turn black,

How soon are we going to die?

 

The heat strikes too much,

Water’s running out,

How long is it to stay this hot?

 

No more trees to climb up,

yet temperature’s is rising high,

Is there anything that we could try?

 

Children run barefoot,

Adults puff cigars,

More air from your cars…