My Message in a Bottle
Pretoria, South Africa
2015, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
The gold painted bottle
Gleamed radiant as it floated in the distance
The force of the tide
Gloated as it removed the yellow bottle cap
The bottle floated as if on high
To a place we call our home
Mother Nature growing old and alone
Raised up in rage
Mankind should uphold her marine life and oceans so dear
We gathered together all gripped with fear
The lush ocean that was once glowing and blue
Was covered in plastic bottles and packets, oil and debris
Now this Mother Nature is but, to name a few
Do mankind not know they cannot do without us?
Huge ships pass us daily and litter without a fuss
The petite coral all bright yellow and red
Waved praises as they opened their hands, to receive the dead
The seagulls all drenched in black oil, float as if they were corks in wait for a catch
The clown fish do their last dance, as they seek safety in the wandering plastic packets
The skate fish tail got trapped in a rusted metal can
Shoals of baby fish swam into their trap
They were swept away in huge fishing nets
The cruel Pacific traders deposited their waste
This is such a disgrace
They had the biggest smiles I wonder why?
If there was life after death I would come back as a human
I will open their eyes to see the ocean through my eyes
I will fight to get a solution to this horrid ocean pollution
I would fight to put and end to plastic pollution
I would not grant licences to produce plastic as it could give some hope
I will let them think of the fish that are been harmed
I will let them think of the imbalance they are causing
By interfering in what Mother Nature intended to be the balanced ecosystem
I will let mankind know that there was once life in the oceans
There was once a fish,that gave up his life to give this message in a bottle…