Plastic Suns

I feel tired 

I will sing 

I am what I use 

People 

Products

The cheapest remain 

Ineffectively cheap

They don’t ship to our country 

Should inaccessibility be my enemy? 

Is it too much to ask 

For environment-friendly 

In my domain 

Of underdeveloped - 

Above poverty line living? 

With all this garbage I produce 

Why am I not the one sorting through my mess?

All that I pay for

An array of plastic suns that are but images 

No warmth, no light 

I harm the environment 

With my loss of productivity 

And my use of products 

Is this self-care 

Consuming and washing my hands clean

Guilty but still in need

Am I pitiful to be in need for more

Only to have to throw away 

Bottle after bottle 

Another plastic sun 

Conditioners in plastic 

A conditioned mind that lies around day after day

Like plastic 

Containing 

Something 

And then nothing at all 

Lying around and damaging 

Quality 

Does this have to be our lives 

With no scope of sustainable options 

Aren’t we of the greatest need 

With filthy drains and urban slums 

They'd call us the poorest of the poor 

But we couldn’t care less about 

The waste that clogs the spaces above and below 

A plastic sun in the distance 

A mockery of our poverty, is all 

When we can’t care less about our poor choices 

About our limited choices 

We know nothing else 

We grew up with nothing else 

And what happens at the dumps 

What doesn’t happen in our grave 

Our filth remains 

Our unsustainable filthy choices lie to us 

We are in need of more 

Lies that lie 

All around us 

My need for warmth and satisfaction 

Met for a moment by 

A plastic sun