Surrender

The poem I did for our group in tutorial today about environment:

Strangely in the golden eye's setting,

The ocean waves seem to be struggling,

What's that? Filthy bubbles bobbling?

The picture before me is no longer mersmerising,

Mankind even more horrible in my sight.

How could they be enjoying in such a sad night,

When I'm trying to save this place with all my might?

Inconsiderate, they are, that the trees are choking...

Couldn't they feel the dying lives around them, revolving?
My heart... in agony... in immense pain... but I'm not surrendering.

Could you guess the meaning?