We are the kid from that story

tossing stranded starfish back into the ocean

making a difference, one at a time.


We are that kid as an adult

ignoring endless miles of beached whales

and sea turtles trapped in tangled fishing nets.


We still want instant gratification

and we aren’t willing to change

our way of life

to save a fucking turtle or whale.


So, one at a time now

we toss dead starfish

back into a polluted ocean

and we are satisfied

telling ourselves

we’ve made a difference.


About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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