Theme: #Beat Plastic Pollution#
I am The Environment,
I am the wind, rain, sun, rivers, oceans, forests and plains.
I am you because you find yourself in me.
I am unique and beautiful , you if course can agree the creator created me well.
Experience the fresh breath of me, where mountains and valleys give an exciting vibrance to the character of my landscape.
From the tropics of Africa to the snow tipped mountains of Antarctica, I am all of these and you exist because of me.
While you claim you thrive, you pollute me.!!!
I am designed to make the air you breath through your flared nostrils safe.
I am channeled to supply water to quench your thirst.
I help your crops grow so you can sit at your dinner table fork and spoons ready to attack what you call your hard bent labour.
I was beautiful and you added your designs to improve my curves only to consciously sit back , watch and help me ruin even beyond my once grand state.
I became worse than when you first met me.
You call it World Environment Day
I call it We End Destruction.
This world would be safe if you will learn to know your place and stop ruining me with your fast tech pace.
Why the filth? Why the misery of pollution?
Backed by your conscious and unconscious resistant to help me who help you exist,
You scavenge in filth misery like mosquitoes in swamp, thinking you can have it your way.
This sphere you call your motherland is soon turned to wasteland.
Trash of plastic like pillars pilling to form a baseless pyramid and yes this pyramid crashes, bringing with its downfall your precious immune systems.
Hey!! Trash that plastic!!!
Why bother me? My single dumping poses no threat.
O yeah, I hear you. Especially when you begin to have jerky breaths and your hair begin to fall from your head as you battle chemotherapy against cancer.
Oh!! Was it the carcinogen that was built up in your body while your plate was piled up with tasty fresh fish caught from a polluted river in your community?
I smile with content when I see your exquisite living room turn swimming pool because your single dumping by the road side which you thought was cool has cause the drainage down your street to channel a pool.
Every action has a mirror reaction and the reaction is far worse than the initial action. This is garbage in garbage out in the harshest way.
I am the environment and I will not fail to remind you of your negligence.
In my wake and fury, I will stare cold like the jury, presenting your trashes like trophies at your doorsteps, roads and offices.
Hear the gurgling sound of sewage water around you.
Hear the slight staccato beat of plastics hurled at the walls of your floods drainages beside you.
Feel the biting strong wind in the North that blinds you with your carelessly disposed plastic.
Be washed with shame as your plastic litters form your street designs.
Your communities are ravaged with pollution,
This is a precipice to destruction.
Can you listen to your intuitions
Or are they dead from prolong action.
You are the solution to beat plastic pollution.
# If you can’t refuse it, reuse it#