Trapped a poem for my birthday

How many turtles get caught up
In netting
Single use plastic bags
So many souls
Who swim in the ocean
Accept our devotion
The notice of our rubbish tossed anywhere
Some can’t be bothered
Out of the window
Nobody’s looking
Out of the car
To end up trapping wild life
Manifesting a crippling baggage from far

Commercial fishing, nets pots disposed
Of
Ropes chains and netting
Slung everywhere
Creating such fear for the wildness around uu
Trying to cope with the added despair

Today is my birthday 81 years
On this planetary wilderness
Beautifully
Hearing explosions erosions and warring
Imagine the wild souls they need reassuring
Retaliation killing and murder genocide
All of these horrors we feel

It’s out of our hands the heartless are at it
Innocence wiped away the devils in charge
I think of the children and all the wild friends
Out there all suffering and today mends
My thoughts to continue
To fight for them genuinely
Foxes and badgers and beavers and Otters
And weasels and squirrels and all of the others
Fathers and mothers and children
For rotters
Are out hunting foxes and hares and red deers
Rabbits all innocent all getting by
In the forests, we poison with lead from our shot guns
With pesticides fungicides glyphosate we
All must remember we all enjoy birthdays
Every soul out there

Let them be safe, and free.