Plastic from your attic,
you let the ocean nearby handle it.
Why don't you come up with a better tactic,
and for once consider the ocean's critic?
Everyday, you use clean water to drink,
While everyday there are other lives which sink.
They sink from drinking unclean water,
Which you do not think really matter.
Every drop of water equals a second of life,
Which many fail to understand.
Every tear coming from the ocean's cry,
Is a storm that will come crashing down onto land.
The sorrows of the ocean,
Are not as shallow as your mind.
Your actions will someday cause the fruitions,
Of the end of your very own kind.
