I have seen

I have seen with my own eyes
Waste sacks in the sea
At least fifty full bags
Tossed
A calamity
No thought for the ocean
Short term profit the thing
As for the inhabitants
What does it bring
To them human shite
Relinquished discarded
It’s seen as right
So slung overboard
To sink in the deep
Whatever we sow
Of course we will reap
The fish on their platters
Each night all the sole
Digested detritus
From another arse hole