You leave it for someone else
Your plastic that infiltrates the sea
That poisons the lives of the fish
Aquatic life swimming below
I see you don’t care yet what if
That poison comes to your table
When it’s too late to take back
The waste you left behind
Because it harmed your child
Wife, husband, sister, friend
When you have hastened our end.
I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic.
A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not.
I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️
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