have been stolen by the stolid stance of others, which are still ourselves, to disperse when there's a herd of screeching Styrofoam ceasing to stop unless the conscience of the causation is provoked,
but the myopic mastermind behind such a monstrosity is careless enough to
let tumbleweeds and leaves
turn to bags and receipts.
Paper or plastic?
Pick your poison:
deforestation or artificial decoys that do, and will soon further to, clog the lives of animals struggling to survive in the minefield of waste created by those callous enough to see the expedience of extricating themselves of staggering along with hands full of the fragments formed from industrialization as innocuously sufficient.
There are contingencies to be clean-
let what was again be green,
but the contentious won't budge,
nor ever ascend to acquiesce that crowding emissions, which come with accelerating heat, leave nature's manufactures bleached.
With a person's reluctant grief to grant relief of such a raging cycle, where evaporation from hellish weather instigates vaster warming of the world,
could the barrier reef ever be great again?
Disappearance into thin air is a false belief.
The only common recyclable-
the phrase, "just throw it away." is a fallacy.
There is no such thing; there is only displacement-
most often, misplacement.
Moving masses of trash to a greater landfill is solely the removal of an eyesore.
The dilemma is still preserved, as it stacks up until there is unanimous stipulation for a solution that could accumulate as too strenuous to be sought after.
When will it be too late to see our surroundings as sanctified?
It seems as though we have ashed this issue into insignificance and disposed of it like the frequently flicked cigarette butt once its purpose is fully inhaled.
Will future generations cry over the deadly desert in which they'll reside,
or has the youth forgotten our roots due to previous saturation of sediment, soiled with litter,
as I have seen a father allow his child to banally toss a bottle into the river,
now what type of message is that?
Has there already been the loss of touch by the lack of regulation?
Is the landscape of overgrown inanimate material more appealing than the extension of species?
If so, then luckily apathy is constructing a plan to exterminate all with the tools that are the last lives it intends to take-