The sea, where I was born and raised.
What's the matter with you? What about your blue complexion?
Why did it turn black? Is it because the sun is too hot?
Oh, no, what is this? It smells pungent.
Oh, this is fucking oil. it's him
He destroyed my ocean, fish's home and our garden.
Stop oil from starting with you and me, and don't let it erode our garden (ocean) and our home (land).