Creatures of the night

Creatures are crawling,

The sun is dawning,

Scuttling out of your sight.

Deformed and dying,

Shrieking and crying,

Trying to stay out of the light.

Twisted and broken,

Words never spoken,

About the creatures of the night.

Born from our neglect,

Our lack of respect,

For our planet that is now dying.

The oil we drill,

The trash that we spill,

We are not even trying.

We create the pollution,

But there is a solution,

So methods we must start applying.

Filling our streets,

Found at the beach,

The creatures our litter created.

They cannot die,

But their birth rate is high,

Hearts that are so full of hatred.

We will not survive,

While the creatures still thrive,

Our earth is already tainted.

By Louie