by David Baresch, Japan
The smog intrudes,
It knows no locks,
It breaches homes,
It seeps through shops,
Its breath erupts
In the good and the corrupt,
It stains the lungs,
It clogs the heart.
For here to inhale, is here to dare, for there are those who do not care.
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I appreciate the poem, “Intrusion of Silence,” which appears to suggest the current situation.
I am sure it’s a good model of short, clear, and powerful expressions.
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