Fossil Fuel Special Rule
All day the big jets fly
Leaving trails in the sky
And turning Nature’s blue
Into a sad grey view.
Aircraft pollute the scene
With tax-free kerosene.
Fossil fuels are a curse
And problem getting worse.
Should we now change the rule
And tax that aircraft fuel?
See contrails in the sky.
All day the big jets fly.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2023
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