TRASH- A poem

TRASH (Basura)

The war between human beings and trash

is all I wanna say today.

Who´s gonna win?

Trash or human beings?

When your father doesn´t help you to get into the bus.

That´s trash.

When you see a putrefact orange

that could have been eated.

That´s trash.

There´s a lot of that.

Inside us and outside.

A natural planet without natural recourses,

a powerful mind without good neurones,

a college without books,

a society that can walk without you.

Egoism takes the principal character in this tragedy.

He´s in everybody´s soul.

He was in the soul of my father.

Sadness too, it´s an obligate trip

if you are becoming an egocentric being.

We are a planet full of pollution.

Animals are dying,

human beings are searching for suicide.

Sadness is slowly eating them.

And the war between human beings and trash

continues now, later, tomorrow.

Every day you can help

to not letting the natural world

become an useless room.

So help more people to get into this bus

full of crazy people that are like that

because they wanna change the world.

Now.

Later.

Tomorrow.

Forever.

The bus is arriving

give me your hand.

It doesn´t matter if your father doesn´t help you.

Because I am.

You are not alone.

And the future is not determinated by trash.