Citizen:

“I mean, seriously, O’Hare? I have to pay for air, that’s not fair! It’s just not right! Breathing’s free, or it was last night!”

O’Hare:

“Oh, dear friend, you’ve got it wrong, the worlds been sold, it’s been so long! The air you breathe, it’s now a few, a tiny charge for liberty!”

Citizen:

“But that’s absurd! How can this be? I’ve always breathed, for free, you see! Now you’ve got me paying here, For something that I’ve held so dear!”

_O’Hare: _

“It’s the price of progress, don’t you know? For air that’s fresh, we’ve got to go! We’ve turned it into gold, my dear, So you can breathe, but with a cheer… For the bill!”

Citizen:

“Oh, I don’t buy that, O’Hare, You’ve made a mess, you don’t play fair! I’ll that my lungs and leave this place, Find some air that has more grace!”

O’Hare

“Well, good luck, friend, but should I say, The world’s been sold in every way. Air’s the least of what you’ll pay, Tomorrow’s prices, who can say?”

Citizen:

“This is a rip-off! I’ll take a stand! I’ll fight for breath across the land! I won’t be silent, I’ll protest! Because fresh air should be a basic quest!”