Floods

Gushing and Rushing with no delay Similar to a run in an olympic relay Rising its level with rabid haste Making human watched likened to a paste It came from the height of the heavens Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains Dashing down having no mercy given Towards these beings that thinks only of gains This is just a matter of consequence For beings such as us that has less prudence Now we gain what we have sown And it has rapidly and largely grown Now we find the blame for the result Instead of finding the solution of our fault This great waters that we have caused Must be helped and prevented until its paused