The Human Destruction Of The Ocean

The Human Destruction Of The Ocean short poem

Uploaded by Maya Fayad

The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals running free. Oceans with no life is like a drought. Humans constantly affecting the ocean, In ways that are unimaginable. Unimaginable ways. Disposal of plastic, car parts, toxic chemicals Killing the majestic and beautiful sea creatures. The ocean represents peace on the outside and from pictures, But that’s not how it seems. Humans, humans, humans. How we take everything for granted. The sea, life and chances. Constantly changing and adjusting, But we have made some abnormal changes to the course of the ocean And we are continuing to affect it in a harmful ways. Without the ocean, we are nothing. Nothing.

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