Flowing Thoughts
Night turns to day
As I flow along my way
The views of hill tops and children having fun.
Their appearance shadowed by the sun.
My murky depths are full of stench
Enough to make the strongest man wrench
The rocks beside me are of brown foam.
I feel so dirty and very much alone
Life itself is slowly dying within
Mother nature cannot cure this terminal sin
Man's destruction is doing it's best
To make my body a considerable mess.
Sticks and bits of rust add to my disease.
I am slowly falling to my knees
Constantly fighting for my life
Sewage enters me like a knife
Will it be to late to save me and the life I hold
The destroyer's are forever being told
They are so careless to my friends
Sometimes acting out Greenpeace trends
The destroyer's will kill us all
Please listen to natures call
If nothing changes soon
Our world is in certain doom
Copyright © Andy Davies | Year Posted 2015
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