Insect Hope

Crumbs dropping on our heads

Giant wrappers flying in our faces

Getting stuck in spilt drinks

Rubbish all over,  in    different     places

Marching and stumbling

Through our tiny lives

Because of the pollution

Our lives are    on    the    line

Unknowing of what we go through

The careless human hands

The very cause of the mess

Where we stand

There are some out there

Who show care for nature

They stand out to us

Doing the unwanted labour

But there is still a chance

That their care is not forever

That the world makes them lose interest

In all the care   they    ever      had