Microplastics, floodin’ the high seas,
Could’ve stopped it if the top gave a breeze.
But profits come first, so they let it extend,
Now the damage too deep for the world to re-mend.

It’s easy to point, to call out the game,
But none of them crooks ever carry the shame.
They treat every life like it’s all just the same,
While we’re left with the fire, the flood, and the flame.