fighting a losing battle

They shout for metal straws

And recycle with pride

But they don’t see

That I will die anyway

Reusable water bottles can only do so much

 

I admire their persistence but

The damage is done

Decades before their conception

The assasination had already begun

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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