Perhaps the ocean is tired.
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Of course I’m tired.
I am tired
of oil spills
and pollution
in my once crystal clear water.
It is no longer
so crystal clear.
All these people
come to play on my beaches
but they also
pollute them.
Why they are shocked when they are ruined
I do not know.
Why they cry when yet another beach is closed
I do not know.
They cannot truly feel the pain
of seeing their waters so dirty
of seeing their inhabitants die slowly
And knowing you can do
nothing.
Perhaps, indeed.