Junk
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Scattered memories, some-ones pride and joy
Tangled wreckage, twisted and fractured
Once a prized possession, loved and enjoyed
Now a piece of worthless junk, no hope of resurrection
The value diminished, damaged and broken
Confined to landfill or scrap, buried or sent overseas
Small amount recycled or could be in the eyes of others
A sculpture and piece of art,, rejuvenated for others to see
China turns our waste into, cheap and nasty products
Then sell it to a throw away society, swallowed into landfill and scrap
Plastic remnants float in our oceans, eddie’s of mountains of rubbish
Swallowed by unsuspecting wildlife, tainting the shores of Islands, worldwide
Gone are the days of quality products, cheap rubbish fills our shelves
Inferior materials of dubious origin, made with toxic chemicals
No pride in workmanship, build it, ship it, who cares if your life cut short
They take your money and run, a message to us all who buy this crap
Cheap is no option for quality in materials and workmanship
Think about the environment and the lasting effects of plastic
Mother Nature will reward us if we do the right thing by the planet
