What a machine
That secrets feces of smoke
Smoky Chimneys everywhere
Like a cigarette smoke
Piped into the air
Heartless industry of smoke
Are the bombers delight
Vomiting violent smoke
Tear-gassing
Into laxative lacrimonsal
Fueling a stammering suicidal breath
A gift of macrocadius
O! God's natural vineyard
Has been deflowered
By smoky air and machine
This flag is a smoke
But if you do not want to smoke
You must smoke
In the air.
...you must smoke in the air. The poet depicts an ugly situation whereby smoky conditions are so rampart that you can help but get entangled in it directly or indirectly.
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O! God's natural vineyard Has been deflowered By smoky air and machine This shows the environment has been greatly polluted by incessant emission of gas in the air.