The ocean in which we sail and swim
is filled to the brim with plastic and tin

Forests are falling rivers are dry
and we are all wondering why

We believe it’s the fault of the corporate few
and not the fault of me or you

We’re looking here we’re looking there
it seems we’re looking everywhere

But the elusive answer we’re trying to find is
the persistence of greed in the human mind

A recycling program should be put in place
for delusions in minds in the human race

Our love is selective for those who are close
Our love is elective for those in the shadows

Other people who we do not know
are lucky to receive a cold ‘hello’

‘Self’ is the enemy over here
This is where we need some fear

Some words that I heard were certainly solemn
A wise man said “No self, no problem”