Pollution of the Nation

As I walk on the streets of my home town I see boys and girls in small clusters They are swimming and bathing in alcohol Swimming and bathing with reckless abandon From paper and grass they are creating clouds Inhailing and exhaling clouds that smell to heaven Oh, how badly then I feel my soul broken As I think deeply about this Not because I want to think about it But because it is feeding on my soul My vision is stretched beyond the horizon The future unfold before my eyes There I see, a nation of drugs and alcohol Abuse victims awaits, producers of bitter fruits A nation with no sign of life but death A polluted nation with no achievements nor a vision