They burn my eyes like acid rain
the pain, the same
the same problems everyday
"recycle" I beg, it is an easy feat
rather than leaving the rubbish at our feet
only to be washed away to the sea
don't you see?
The winters are colder and harsh on the land
the summers are crueler with scorching hot sand
But some sit in disbelief, that the change is unreal
They throw these problems onto shelves
And we have no one to blame but ourselves
So please, I beg, think before you do
Cause you see, the fish have a sweet tooth
The brightly colored foil and oil cause turmoil
N' has got Nature's poor creatures choking on the truth.