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Another kernel in nature is been mistreated
You’ll see me in the streets, in the yard, everywhere
And gradually I fade away.
I’m cut in twain, rent into pieces
Left to degrade when I’d deface
Mother nature who brought me forth.
My mother is annoyed with me
And like all mothers, she will to spank me
She’s warned and cautioned that I stopped from being the litter of the streets
And desist from being an obstacle to the growth of my younger siblings
My plea to my masters have fallen on deaf ears.
I have polluted, rather I took the blame of the sin, my mother’s bosom,
My masters have failed to repair.
Mom is driving me to depression,
I just might commit suicide.
I’m plastic, stop polluting me; we need each other.
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