Who Stole The Butterflies? ! Poem by Hamid Moghaddasi

I woke up at 7: 00 A.M. and turned on the radio; my 50 years old friend.
Announcer said: today is 15th of May 2016, we have a sunny day; temperature is 45 degrees centigrade.
I whispered: May, birth month; my love's name,40 years ago left me alone
and headed for paradise.
Oh, today I'm so exhausted to go out: busy world; full of annoying noise;
overcrowded, traffic cars, polluted air, full of lead and carbon dioxide,
seeing aimless emotions, with people colliding in the hot streets,
hearing about exotic types of cancers and diseases.
I lay on my bed and review bygone time, not too distant past:
I was born in Chicago 1937 before World War 2, when Bertalanffy's Global System theory was proposed,
Once, there was no News about: global warming; climate change; water vapor; greenhouse gases emissions; and atmospheric lifetime.
When the sky was blue and you could see Elysian clouds in it;
you could count stars at night and sunlight was the best friend of your skin;
in the outskirts of this bustling noisy city, there were many meadows;
with so many green trees; colorful flowers; and so many nice birds;
among cars you could also see horses; even the butterflies in the street;
temperature was 10 degrees lower than today.
Oh, I don't have the patience to go out;
Where are you my simple and green world? ! Really, who stole the butterflies? !
I Close my eyes, breathe slowly; I may be dead with the next breath.