This is a poem about palm oil. It's not very good, but the message is clear. 
                              There's an orangutan in my garden, howling at my soap,
                              For not only has he lost his home, but also his last hope
                              "Home was ground down by evil, roaring machines,
                              They stole poor mummy's life, and my friends and families,"
                              He whimpers as I turn to go and play, 
                              With Alice, my friend, who came over here today
                              "My mum was one of 25 orangutans to lose their life
                              They tried to run away but ended up with the knife
                              Some companies who participated in this were Nestle and Coles
                              Their vile contraptions left gaping, smoking holes
                              Hundreds of orangutans were sadly left within
                              Like the stinking, dirty, rubbish that you put inside your bin,"
                              I thought that this was the last of his raucous rant and rave
                              But this was hardly the start and more information did I crave
                              "With 300 football fields being cleared every hour,
                              It leaves me in a devastated mood that is ever so dour"
                              As I listen to this little buddy
                              With ruddy orange fur, so matted and so muddy
                              I think of all the things that I've done to contribute to this horror
                              And how much things I've put him through, especially the terror
                              "We aren't safe in our own home, no, no more
                              And in the form that you humans are doing this is very, very poor"
                              With that he turned to leave his imaginary life
                              Up on his journey of upheaval and ongoing strife
                              To make orangutans life in general a little easier
                              Instead of making life ever so sleazier
                              I have to share his story far and wide, starting with you
                              And I have things that you desperately need to do
                              Firstly, cut all palm oil products from your huge, crowded shop
                              Ignore all complaints until they finally stop!
                              Secondly, spread their story far and wide so others can fight too
                              Make all these orangutans feel less blue
                              Lastly, boycott all palm oil plantations that you are buying from 
                              They are all so stupid and unquestionably dumb
                              Humans are an evil race 
                              Mankind is an absolute disgrace 
                              So.... something to think about before you go
                              Are you truly helping the earth? I really want to know......
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Saving the World Through Writing
Non-FictionThis is a bunch of rants that I often have about climate change, sexism, palm oil and all things activism. Enjoy!
 
                                               
                                                  