The realm of dumps

A lot of dumps in many places
Around every part of earth.
The great ecology rebirth
Already dead, and Gaia face is

Grey stone, deep in underground
Entombed by borderless refuse.
We have uncountable use
Of anything we ever found.

Some lakes excessively unclean,
Some forests turn to overdue,
Old rubbish is pell-mell with new,
And after all, for what we yearn?

Graveyard of ships, quiescent now,
Without captain, flag, command.
Their minds are magnetized by land
To brothers sleeping all around.

Another dump nearby the ocean, -
The brightest, single beach of glass,
Just glamour has no wanted plus:
Our thirst of beauty - fatal potion.

Or tons of tyres encasing desert,
Hot rubber under south sun.
Earth voice is looking for someone
To stop pollution till the tether.

So many poison in the air
That planet hardly tries to breathe.
If steal her life, you ain't a thief
But one of gasping under layer

Consists of our vital offal.
Nobody gives us helping hand,
Nobody's trying to pretend
That we're fine when truly awful..