Pollution Poem by Michelle Hanes

The sea, she's dirty, poisoned my dear.
With oil and dirt covering her face.
How I wish I could clean her but alas,
She's simply too big for a one man job.
Her hair has plastic weaved into her lochs.
Her eyes have lost their vibrance from before.
Before the oil spilled over into her mouth.
Flooded her face into non-existence.
Until it was nothing but a big mess.
The garbage, the filth, it has torn her down
My love, how can I sail in all this filth?
Some save her, my love, she is dying
Plant the trees to clean the putrid waste
Make her eyes shine with vibrance once again.