Our Plastic Ocean
Our Ocean the ocean we use to love and we admire,
Humans has dumped all the litter in our beautiful ocean,
fishes cannot live in neither can we breathe in the water,
it’s a shame seeing our loved ocean turn in to plastic ocean and turn into a tragic ocean of plastic. I told my friend about the ocean.
He agreed and added “soon turtles will no longer have shells and us, fishes we no longer propel.
And the admirable ocean, the one we use to love. Looking like a manufactured plastic ocean filled with plastic and smell of something we never tasted before.”
“Plastic Plastic be careful”
As my friend looked away,
He was stuck in a plastic bag, and he yelled with a desperate voice.
Seconds later he passed away
As his head got stuck in the plastic bag. No longer could he breathe. No longer was he here with me just one plastic bag can do such.
Plastic bottles, and plastic bags,
I hope humans would not have dumped them in the beautiful ocean there was.
Only would you know if you were down here with me
In this world conquered by plastic and we are only part of the game,
Played by plastic.
Sometimes when you look up, you only see plastic bottles and bags
It’s crazy how much there is, eight million tons of plastic dumped every year into this ocean
The ocean we use to play and entertain in.
Humans create the mess
But Humans can turn around and head the right way.
Jim Rohn: you cannot change your destination overnight but you can change your direction overnight.
This Poem is about the plastic and how the ocean is like from the perspective of a fish and his peers and about how they feel about the ocean with all the plastic that is dumped in the ocean.