Who picks up the trash we pass every day? Do you?
A cigarette butt flies out the window of a passing car
It’s such a little thing. What difference does it make?
Gray, dirty circles of gum decorate the sidewalks
Why does it matter? Everyone does it.
A plastic shopping bag flaps forlornly in the wind.
It doesn’t hurt anything. Not really.
Discarded bottles lie near a trash bin.
Someone else will pick them up. Right?
We look, but we don’t see.
We see, but we don’t care.
We care, but we don’t act.
This land is your land, this land is my land.
But this is your task, not mine to do.
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