A Fresh Air Poem by Abderrahmane Dakir

We take our breathing for granted,
How many coal power we have planted.

Pollution has gotten bad,
Breathing the unsafe air is sad.

The smog is thick enough,
The sun has blocked out is tough,
Our heart has become so rough.

We have started purchasing bottled air,
And the masks we have to wear.

Breathing is a symbol of life,
Like seeing a mother or wife.

We miss a breath of fresh air in the mountain,
And drink the cold water in that fountain.


We have to go far away from the big city,
To take a deep breath even, we are busy,

To refresh pretty our lungs,
And our good memory comes.