At times like this, I feel so lost.
I wonder what my life has cost.
The plastics that I used kill birds.
It saddens me; I'm out of words.
The meat I ate was yanked from life.
This makes my conscience feel such strife.
And, I've consumed so many eggs,
from factories where chicken legs
are filthy from the feces made,
so lower prices can be paid.
Organic foods do cost a lot,
but worth the battle that's been fought.
My footprint echoes sloth and waste,
and whispers words with too much haste.
I multiply myself by ten,
and do it many times again.
With seven billion people here,
for future earth, I really fear.
I question my priorities,
but then my conscience starts to freeze.
Complacencies have no excuse,
when they will cause such bad abuse.
Please join me in my quest for good.
I think you'd do it if you could.
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Author Notes
I feel guilty that I contributed to plastic waste in the oceans. And that I used to eat babies in lamb and veal. And that I ate a lot of meat. Looking into using tofu instead and Switch to organic eggs, fruits and veges.
Thank you for reading my poem
I found the photo on the internet
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