The Future of Irish Seas

Polar ice caps melting,
Water from there does flee,
Because of our ignorance
Arise does our sea,

Ready to pollute our world
is Sellafield across our waters,
A strong wind could kill
our mothers, brothers, daughters,

Fish stocks dwindle,
Trawlers keep on working,
While scientists fiddle
With nature’s natural balance

As the tide goes out,
The beach is revealed,
As you look about,
Trolleys spread-eagled on the shore

The End

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