Thursday 22 September 2005

Contrails or Chemtrails?

Something's in the sky!
Not Lucy and her diamonds,
or Superman flying high.
Something's in the sky
something way up high.
Clear blue days are no more
the planes take care of them.
Emitting their anonymous fumes
no-one knows, no-one asks
most don't even notice.
Great spines of cloud
they strecth for miles
they linger overhead
evil plumes of secret smoke.
Experiments and testing
are we simply lab rats to them?