I AM DYING, SO YOU ARE

I am dying, you are dying
And am not lying neither am I flying
But none is caring

I walk through the streets of Accra and I feel like crying
The gutters are choked and have stopped flowing
The stench from them is appalling
The sights; the least appealing
Black and white is the colouring
And the substance is plastic bagging
Our beloved country is choking;

Choking under huge plastic waste
Everything is plastic ranging from pure water to tooth paste
From what we wear to what we taste.

People walk empty hands into shops and return with plastic bags
‘Cos they are the cheapest of packaging for a mag
The leading perpetrators of the disaster are pure water bags
You see them everywhere even on facebook, tagged

We are suffocating, choking and dying
Under loads of waste that are not deteriorating.
It is our earth that is suffering and depleting

I am dying, you are dying and none is caring.
We are dying younger and our bodies are tearing
With diseases from gutters that are stinking
All because we litter our streets with plastic
Which no one cares to pick.



By Borsone Isaac (Inspired by my desire to reduce plastic waste in our Country)