Urban Blight

The railroad tracks pass close to streets Where residents reside And from the train, I gazed at views The windows did provide. Suburban homes soon segued Into urban tracks of land Where population density Has gained the upper hand. For every city tree we passed Had slews of plastic bags Embedded in its branches Like a motley mass of flags. Such a sad display of ugliness, This scourge of city blight Really opened up my eyes to This environmental plight. I’d gladly pay the nickel tax To staunch the bag use flow, But what I wonder is why people Let the darn things go.