Bag of Fear

I take a look at the plastic bag,
which is filled with rubbish and trash,
I just a weak and old hag,
came here to earn some trash.

I think for a little while,
about the bag down here,
if the wind blew a kiss,
then the bag will go to Nile.

I leave the bag and sigh,
hoping the bag won't do any harm
I know that I don't want to try,
not even for the safety for this farm.

I continue walking with my stick,
gazing out into the twilight sky,
I hear a crunch, I hear a munch,
Oh dear the noise is making me sick.

50 years I've been hurting my mother,
by not caring about her polluted land,
Now all the bottles, plates and other,
All stick to me like damp sand.

Now the plastic bag too,
which is also on me now,
I did greatly fear this,
as this will haunt me too.