Gray smoke hangs over us all,
Like a dark blanket of neglect,
It invades our waters and streets,
Creating continents of trash.
It threatens all of earth's life,
Not afraid to destroy our planet.
It won't stop piling to the top,
Unless we let the plastic drop.
We are swimming in garbage,
Chest-deep
We cannot just cope,
When there is still hope.
Think.
Think before you drink,
Think before you eat,
Think before you toss.
And we might be able to undo what was lost.
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