Apparent Stress Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing down I-17 into Phoenix, stress becomes apparent on this crowded thruway.
Left behind is a peaceful magic of an empty, deserted desert.
Ahead, Phoenix beckons with distraught disguises, hidden in smog -
filled with rages and brutality.
All ingredients of a corrupt city on the edge of extinction.
Soon will be gone our easy, laid-back, western environment,
if left in the hands of Phoenix government and City Council.
How do they feel, I wonder, knowing they've ruined our once beautiful natural desert capital of Arizona.