Generation Me

I was sitting by a river
When trash came floating by
Chased by hungry seagulls
And pigeons on the fly

Plastic caps were littered
Along the riverside
Among the many corpses
Of birds that ate and died

Mosquitoes swarmed upon me
They drained one pint at least
The gnats and flies surround me
And take their time to feast

The scene became so tragic
A tear came to my eye
I could not help but wonder
Why God failed to make trash fly
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©MMXVII Rico Leffanta
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Laurie Avatar
April 29, 2019 at 5:56 PM
G'day Rico … well noted Rico. There needs to be a shaming site for dumpers, particularly commercial dumpers. Very good observations Rico - Lindsay
Leffanta Avatar
April 30, 2019 at 6:57 PM
According to a French research project, even in Australia it is impossible to sample air quality without finding "at least 356 pieces of <5mm microplastic" which clogs lungs, arteries, stomachs, and absorbs pheromones!" One would think even Donald Trump would be concerned about that!
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