They float in swirls, rocked by harsh breeze
The guilt is ours; of that, no doubt
Our wanton ways have found us out!
This debris turns dream isles* to trash;
To clear pollution needs hard cash
As shifting currents bring onshore
Abandoned waste from ocean floor ...
That Man has lost the plot, is clear
Our only home, this «Giant Sphere»
That feeds and loves us, now is ailing
You could say all is not plain sailing!
Wasteful, selfish, «me-first» teems
So the Common Good no longer means
An altruistic sense of worth
Greed wins - and losing out is - Earth!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
*i.e. The Seychelles
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