Choking on the Truth

Corroded tears 

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.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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