Writer's Block: Environmental Confession

[disectreality]

As the pages of my notebook fill
I know they will end up in a landfill
Piling up the trash we have left in our place
It's a shameful sight that brings us Disgrace

Look at the rotting scene of a tale
And all the food there growing stale
Look at the things we could have used
And the way good materials we abused

Someone may have needed that bike I threw away
Someone may be without a book bag today
And maybe somewhere a kite is needed for fun
And shoes are missing to go for a run

Does a child cry without a toy?
Is there a way to stop it and bring joy?
A way to help those who are not living with security
People sold to the street's misery

I've thrown a lot of my materials out to this day
Well no more, I'm changing my way
Give to the poor who need supplies for their contentness
And something to bring them some blissness

I wont turn my back to those who need
Or be someone who says one thing than they mislead
I will do the right thing and give my unwanted supplies
To help make sure at least there's one less child's cries