Rebuke Poem by David Wood

Chuck it away, just throw it to the wind
Who gives a toss anyway. Chuck it in
The river. I'll throw one and you can too.
We can watch them float along to the sea.

They can twirl around in the tide like skaters
On ice. We'll go buy a take away and chuck
The wrappers in the street, who gives a
Damn, someone else will pick them up.

Each plastic cup or bottle is trapped on a
Long sea journey whatever the season,
Whatever the weather. Transfixed by eternity
Under a clear blue sky or the stars of night.

What magic will snare this pollution upstream?
The bins in the street are all empty of rubbish.
Rubbish never reached them, It's all scattered
In the road, or peoples gardens.

Nature now hangs in the balance as thick
Square jawed hoodies cast adrift their
Plastic and their fast-food wrappers that
Ends up choking our marine life to death.

When will they ever learn?