Wasteland
The sun beats on this
piece of ferocious wasteland.
melting, abandoned
plastic bags, discarded
by Donald Trump,
casting shadows over
disposable pret
cutlery-
mocking the brand,
newly wrapped meat
rotting into the
ground,
the scaring smell
of toxic fumes
burn your nostrils,
the unused,
unforgivably unused
plastic bags
killing the ocean,
the deafening screech
Of tin scars your
ears,
I can feel the rotten
peelings of orange,
sinking my
feet deeper like
quick sand,
the putrifying stench
of
dump gases slowly
invading,
plastic is
scarring are
land,
we can help,
help it,
not one not two but all of us!
By Martha