Throwaway World
We have a problem, my friend, can’t you see?
Stacks of junk where beauty should be.
Why do we continue to buy, only later to trash?
What happened to mending or saving some cash?
It’s long past time we live more thoughtfully.
Discarded piles of scrap and trash
Hastily tossed, forgotten, fragmented,
Shattered, splintered, tattered, torn
Once prized, for a time, they now gather grime
When mend and repair could restore some shine.
Mass consumption: plastic products
Neatly packaged and delivered to our doors
Built to be replaced in a two-year cycle
Filling land with our throwaway cache
Our fleeting satisfaction conceals the grim price.
Mountains of resources wasted,
Drained, vainly squandered.
Cash and crops recklessly lost,
Heaped and hidden in wastelands
Conveniently housed just outside our view.
The answer, my friend, is mending, reusing,
Or refusing the waste.
Reviving, recycling, repairing with haste.
Together we must, together we can,
Slow down our waste, and heal our land.
