Just Desserts
The earth is filled but still we spread like vermin. Filling up the land and building castles on the dead. Foundations are just shifting sand
engorged with detritus of waste and obsolescence. Plastics ride the emerald waves which once were chaste but now they lay upon high tide
dead fish and birds. A darkened stole that festers with a rotting stench now lines each shore. Embellished bowl of sewage that will never quench
the thirst of gluttonous mankind. A travesty we leave behind.
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