Poetry: Trash Traps
By Anjali Amin, George School
Crushed soda cans shine through the sand,
tripping the feet of children and seagulls.
Seaweed wraps around a plastic pack ring,
an inconspicuous trap for innocent fish.
A broken beer bottle blends into the dirt,
stabbing the foot of an unassuming squirrel.
A cigarette butt is flicked onto the ground,
a poisonous assassin waiting for its prey.
The predators stroll by, ignorant and carefree,
apathetically leaving traps in their wake.
And when the prey cries out for help,
the predators plug their ears and watch.
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