Awash with piles of rubbish
That never rots away
Those many manmade products
We throw out every day
Pile up high like mountains?
Seen for miles around
Or maybe fill the many holes
From mining’s in the ground
Or fill up many barges
Drag them out sea
Release it on the seabed
Out of sight and dumped for free
Shovelled into furnace
To cause some more pollution
Leaving piles of dusty ash
Without a real solution
Carry on the way we are
Our green land could turn brown
And all the local planners will do
Is build another town
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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