Children playing, laughing
Running into that glorious blue sea,
Swimming to another shore, untiring
With screaming gulls and exclusive hotels
And the magic of yachts anchored at bay
It’s a wonderful day
They are itching, eyes burning, nose running-
What we feared is true
No more this treasure – for the children or me?
Poem taken from attached link.
Wetlands by Greta Akili
O’ Wetlands! How I mourn for you,Death is close at hand,I am called many names, Estuarine, mangrove swamp, marsh, bottomlandsAnd surrounded by mangrove forests,With oysters stuck to my roots,Fishes live and depend on me, to feed spawn and grow,Crabs have homes, tunnels of holes around me,Turtles pay a visit every year to lay,And birds of green, little blue and yellow night heronsReflect upon me.
I also help to protect you, I take in carbon andRelease oxygen for you to breatheI function like a strainer and a sieve to filter pollutantsFrom the sea, making it safe for you to swimI hear two thousand a new millenniumWill I be here for my eco-system and other sisters to survive and flourish?I am now threatened. I have been cut I am bleedingGarbage is dumped in and around me I cannot breatheFilth- Sewage flows into me- I will become sick
Development hotels and airports are building around us We are dying. Who are the powers that be? Does anyone care?Will we be saved? Is it already too late?I hope that we can be saved, Because in saving us the benefits and gains are so rich,That we can become millionaires together with MOTHER EARTH
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