“Save Southeast Waters” by Jillian Schuyler

Saltwater cradles me
As I float aimlessly, pulled by the tide
Vacant as the surface may seem
Entire galaxies battle inside

Stagnant as I lay
Other heartbeats fight for their existence
Unknowing all efforts to spawn and
Thrive are belittled by the
Hunt
Endangering their delicate persistence
Assault on everything holding financial wealth
Sorrow fills our streams where salmon would fly
Those pleading for change, questioning as to “why?”

Wasted communities
Are left suffering in
The wake of greed
Enough is a number, somehow confusing to see
Remember we’re losing our beauty to the slaughter
Save. Southeast. Waters.

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