This week’s prompt: Rubbish
Its what I see in my mangrove forest
The tide comes in, brings in its refuse
It tangles in the trees upright roots
Doesn’t rot just hangs about.
How hard can it be?
There’s a bin in every street
Signs requesting your care
Our eco system is dying.
I picked up a dead fish
A ring top round its neck
A turtle entangled with string
They never stood a chance.
It’s our world we are polluting
So easy to chuck your rubbish
When you don’t care it doesn’t matter.
When you are the last man standing