“Litter by Maisie Aletha Smikle
You want me not
Am inedible left to rot
Am unusable to you
And treasure to someone new
Am litter
Don't use me for batter
Or to make fried fritter
Am just matter that doesn’t matter
Rejected unwanted misplaced
I have a place
It's no disgrace
However where am placed is a disgrace
On the beach in the market or on the street
Where you meet to play shop and eat
I should be out of sight
In a bin anchored tight
Or some where
Where I can rest in piece
And not be tossed about from place to place
Littering everywhere like heaps of fallen snow
I can be recycled too
And use to make things brand new
Bury burn or reuse just choose
Don't misuse or abuse
And dump me where I don't belong
Left for the winds and rain to take me along
Wherever it goes
Like am your foe
Treat Earth kindly
Place me in a bin where I belong
Even litter has a place
It's no disgrace”
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