Oceans filled with white and grey
Given time, all colour will fade away
Our filth leaving seas in disarray
But it’s not leaving, for it will stay
It’s called plastic
And it’s a global threat
Making ocean’s life sick
As it is widely spread
It’s undegradable and therefor durable
Yet we are still producing more
It is a sickness that seems uncurable
And already introduced to every shore
It is sturdy and it’s used as wrapping
For gifts to both you and me
But also a strong cause of animal trapping
That covers the entire sea
The plastic current is now the status quo
And the environment is left to battle it alone
The sea engulfs every partical of plastic woe
And we humans seem to just simply condone
The battle will break the plastic apart
Easilly multiplying it’s distribution
A so called voyage will start
But it only leads to an enlarging polution
This spilling soup is the current flow
Yet, undigestible as a meal
The motives are not easy to show
But the ingrediënts, we can reveal
These motives are the birth of decay
Because money is our only prey
But be sure to remember, that if this will stay
We have no value left for the consequences we must pay
We are a kind that just wants more,
But for yourself to find you need to ask:
Am I shore?….