Garbage
Where did the serene blue skies go?
What happened to the crystal clear waters?
Blackened nights and darkened clouds
Leave creatures and humans suffereing,
Suffocating, crying, dying.
Many complain and many wish.
But many don't help or don't care
That our planet, our home
Becomes infested with shit.
We are garbage.
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