The sky was just breaking when I fought my way through the Federal Highway on my way to work. Right ahead of me, I could see the sun peeping through the clouds. It promised me a very nice day but not so nice for the environment. The chimney at Guinness Stout was discharging thick white smoke. This smoke spread itself out over the surrounding area casting a foggy veil reducing the atmosphere to an unpleasant sight.
What I hoped for was the sun sending streaks of sunrays through the opening of the clouds, turning the skyline into myriads of rainbow colors as dawn slowly sank away and our sky getting brighter and brighter each second. But today, the sun’s ray was weak and looked so exhausted. Fighting to see and to breathe was also exhausting.
Further down the road at Soon Seng, someone has unselfishly set the overgrown bushes on fire. Here instead of white we have dark smoke. It helped to contribute to an unhealthy and unfriendly environment. This was not the first time this kind of open air burning occurred along this stretch of the Federal Highway. No one from the relevant authorities had checked on the conduct of the culprits who had unthinkably caused such hazardous act contaminating the air.
This is the way of life in a big city. No one cares. But sometimes we care. We care to fight for power. We care to fight for status. We care to fight for ourselves. And I care to fight for my right to survive in a polluted city.
What I hoped for was the sun sending streaks of sunrays through the opening of the clouds, turning the skyline into myriads of rainbow colors as dawn slowly sank away and our sky getting brighter and brighter each second. But today, the sun’s ray was weak and looked so exhausted. Fighting to see and to breathe was also exhausting.
Further down the road at Soon Seng, someone has unselfishly set the overgrown bushes on fire. Here instead of white we have dark smoke. It helped to contribute to an unhealthy and unfriendly environment. This was not the first time this kind of open air burning occurred along this stretch of the Federal Highway. No one from the relevant authorities had checked on the conduct of the culprits who had unthinkably caused such hazardous act contaminating the air.
This is the way of life in a big city. No one cares. But sometimes we care. We care to fight for power. We care to fight for status. We care to fight for ourselves. And I care to fight for my right to survive in a polluted city.
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