If there be Gods, they must be miffed
to witness mute, while man wild dare
pollute their most essential gift
of seas creating rain and air.

Would Gods be proud, that man has learned
to squeeze the oil from ancient clay
and fashion goods to earth returned
as plastic trash that won't decay?

If our Creators, we must please
inventive man should soon take stock
of chemicals that foul our seas,
returning Earth to lifeless rock.

We've changed this world to comfort zone
without regard for other guests
and think the world is ours alone
when it's we that are the pests.

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