Enough is Enough
He stands before us —
a man with a blue plastic bag upon his head, his gaze heavy with quiet defiance.
That look says it all: enough is enough.
He could be any of us —
tired of contradictions dressed as change.
When the shop banners declare “No Plastic Bag Provided,” why are plastics still born,
manufactured, and handed to us as “choices”?
We pay for what should not exist, a mere 20 sen,
small in value, yet immense in irony.
They call it a “Go Green” initiative, but the truth lies wrapped
in layers of plastic packaging — our goods, our groceries,
our very lives entangled in convenience. Ninety percent of what we touch
is made from what the earth cannot reclaim.
Unseen, we suffocate our world.
The air thickens,
the heat rises,
and the haze becomes our new horizon. Even the skies above mirror our neglect — space littered with debris,
echoes of the same greed that stains our seas.
The radiant blue glow behind him — the shimmer of space junk —
is not beauty, but warning.
It is the reflection of what we’ve done and what we continue to ignore.
The plastic bag upon his head
is more than a symbol —
it is a silent cry,
a protest against our own hands. Through him, I say it once more: Enough is enough