The seven seas are but a wretched tear;

a pool of sorrow soiled beyond repair,

where coral reefs and benthic breeds decline;

the brine itself corroding as it’s raped

by dregs of human decadence. Such crime

should be condemned but we condone to feed

the greed of commerce. Plutocrats persuade

a state to instigate a tidal wave

of trifles craved, regardless of the cost.

Then they invade, destroy, produce, retail;

we buy, consume, discard. This wantonness

and noxious bliss secretes from every pore

to form malignant eddies sucking more,

and more and more…until the ocean floor

evolves to cytotoxic wilderness.

What chance, perchance, might common sense prevail?

Must we endure thalassic holocaust

to instigate a futile task to save

Poseidon’s realm? Rebuild what God has made!

The hubris of a beast that can’t impede

the vandalism visited by time

on mortal minds is asinine. We’ve shaped

a paradoxic fate of our design. 

Our shallowness and avarice laid bare.

Abysmally we sink to our nadir;