What Have We Done?

It hurts to think, the grandchildren
may never be as free
as me, environmentally:

May never frolic in clear sun,
without burning thin
their precious skin.

Take deep breaths with such ease
whenever, wherever as they please,

Polluted air harming each pristine lung,
like sucking in, so much dung!

It hurts to think the children may
because of us, be reduced to fuss
in everything they do.

What have we done?
Where can you go?
Encumbered is not fun,
relaxing in the sun,
covered from head to toe.

Wreck Beach
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