Wednesday, 5 May 2021

Tri-Um- Ph

The seas and oceans heave and swell

Their fury is as deep as hell

They choke upon our human waste 

That we discard in random  haste


They foam and crash against the sands

And spew our crap upon the land

Rejecting all that we discard

To clean its self  from our backyard


It heaves and shakes and curls and snakes

It’s waves leave boiling tails that take

An endless dredge of mankind’s dump

That sinks in mud in foetid clump


Relentless pounding round the clock

To clean itself against the rocks

Then leaves us empty twice a day

Returning twice into the fray


The end will spell a win for sea

And doom for likes of you and me

We all will end in distance time

The sea will  calm and  clean the slime.



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