Freely plastic items feel in water flow,
waste piles up even on the waves,
moan seas, moan lakes, and the oceans,
and indifferent human blow.
Confusion and tears melancholic beg,
the time is killing field flower, oh, leg,
why she is not in fresh mud
she succumbs to plastic torture,
slaughter between man and nature, and there is blood.
The Earth is rotting from plastic
she unconquered, fighting by storms and thunderstorms,
this is fantastic!
The Earth defends herself without words,
our care for her is non-intellectual and sarcastic.
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