A blue spacious liquid, upon where millions of creatures live, calling out for help from the plastic within,
but its muffled and sad,
not loud and proud,
because talking about it is not allowed,
they cannot speak,
or ask for help,
nor let out a timely yelp.
So think before,
plastics you use,
because there is less to win, than there is to lose.
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The horrors of the sea
PoetryThe plastic is filling the sea, with its horrible debris..