“The Sky I Once Knew”
I’d like to see the sky I once knew;
the one with puffy white clouds
drifting in a dome of sapphire hue,
not the strange skies of Today,
streaked with whisps of toxic spray
obscuring the Sun’s glory behind a veil.
‘Land of the free and home of the brave’
is a dream that’s fast fading away.
Voices of dissent have been quelled,
Whistle blowers forced into exile or killed,
what ruthless men do is hidden from view
while the masses haven’t a clue.
I long to live where planes are few,
and skies are naturally bright blue,
not hazy, overcast, or streaked –
a place where I’m not afraid to breathe;
where the air is free from chemtrail spew.
Debra R. Stout © August 19, 2015
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