Finished in June of 2019

Plastic Planet

By Zac Langridge

All these days I look around. All throughout these days I turn my head and look. And I see a planet of plastic. Just waiting to be broken up.
I see a world where no-one owns up to their mistakes. Where the truth is falsified or warped to place certain individuals over others. Where failure is discouraged, because my God, if you dare fail one exam, your life is unalterably ruined before it even really began.
A world where adults ignore the failings of their generation and blaze the blame on their offspawn. A world where they retreat into the safe, bittersweet world of nostalgia and long for a world that they themselves destroyed.

I see a world where the youth are a bunch of moronic idiots. A bunch of narcissistic snowflakes who can’t believe that differing opinions exist, and that a simple joke or statement is a personal attack.
A world where people deny that the oceans are rising and that a section of the Pacific larger than California, is filled to the brim with rubbish. Where buying the newest iPhone is more important than placing waste in a recycling bin.
A world where two leaders threaten to kill millions over Twitter. Where violence reigns supreme, and an overwhelming level of pessimism and bleak outlooks on the future crushes the hopes of the youth.

I see a world where entertainment is influenced purely by money and trends. Where obesity and depression are on the rise. Where teenage suicide plagues social issues, and yet no-one really cares or tries to make a difference.
I see a planet of plastic. Of lies and distrust. Of blame and manipulation. Of destruction and suffering. And all of it, just waiting to be broken up.
To be blown away.

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