Blue Baby Daze

They come out in day and night
It could be 80 above or 10 below
But still they come out
And blow.
These American folk they sure do blow up a cloud
Of hypnotic haze

And there she stands
Walking and moving about
In this strange adultered cloud
She coughs and hacks –
Some nearby think she is sick.
The family take her to the clinic
And the stink of smoke hangs on her clothes and hair.
Her life ringed by this smoggy haze and breath of life is toxic maze
For in or out she cannot play
Under a sky not clouded gray.

In this gruesome heaviness
She strives to learn but cannot focus
Because the smoke irritates eyes and lungs and throats and kills away the hemoglobin – the brain fight for some I-Ga!
Red cells and white are in a fight
To stave off illness in dimmed light.

And Heavy metal thick and gross
Fills young lungs with chemic smoke
Oh plight of youth tobacco is When lobbied in the halls of law and
Money matters when that is all;
And still the children beg to breathe and find a place to play where the
Atmosphere is clean.

Divi 12/2014


Geopanic a term to express the fear for sustainable human well-being related to noxious global climate changes.

Geopanic  a realistic concern for the survival of life on earth as a viable entity.


Some lines overdone as “Let’s get real.”
Yet takes redundancy for deep appeal.

Old brains when ageing resort to rhyme.
It is not wisdom, just long lived time.

Not to scare us but what is just not
Normal Oh Two levels in air’s lot

So now let’s see how we do this claim.
Heat a gas, then all know atoms strain.

Every time temperatures go up
Molecules’ norms do disrupt.

On top of that put pollution in.
Gets all mixed in as earth does due spin.

It is just so simple when we math.
Stop burning stuff or fear nature’s wrath.

Being in air now long years ago
It was sweet clear then,not now we know.

One way to help mankind’s survival?
Shunning burning stuff has no rival!