Words from the Ocean

A polluted ocean, OUR polluted ocean, is calling help.

A polluted ocean,
Buried in the soil.
Covered with fuel and sewage,
Down below your hearts.
Each piece of rubbish hurts me,
Fact is, I am ill and sick,
Giving me too much pressure,
Hurts me soul.
Incident or real?
Jerks are damaging their lives,
Killing the Earth!
Love me? Not as much as Wi-Fi.
Mass killing humans,
Nonsense, ignorance, dumb!
Overcome the pollution? All you need is technology.
Passion is no longer in my way,
Quietly, silently,
Rest in peace! Ocean!
Suffer from sewage,
Terrified and exhausted,
Until I am clean again.
Vile may change,
Water is a renewable resources,
X-ray eyes will be back.
You are the one,
Zoom in what you are doing! You can help me!

Author's Note

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