A plastic bag dangles from a tree like an accessory.
A necklace-unwanted and unappealing.
Yet it is still there
Everywhere I look there
are used paper plates, plastic bottles and
Various rejected items
They swarm at my ankles,
And take a scratch at the earth
carelessly
Killing it for all it’s worth
and yet it is still here.
Burning fuels, gases
Highways full of innocent minds, unexplored
And we never realize
Make believe, is it really?
Or just refused, maybe neglected?
And we all contribute, no excuses
They fog up my heart,
And take a scratch at the earth
furiously
Killing it for all it’s worth
and yet, somehow we are still here.
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