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