London Bridge In Falling Drown

Tides are rising, clock's are ticking Us humans in disgust in ending sickening Turmoil is endless these past recent weeks One can sense natures Armageddon, it's what we've reaped Forestation, deliberation, call it what you may She's had enough, no one will be around to say Many gathering clouds, so grey like never before Flat-lands of our counties, becoming one long shore In abhor I look, at the sadness of life's wildlife Struggling against the tides, drowning in mans strife The rural that was once, sadly is no longer there I close my eyes to vision, watery eyes can only stare Black tides are ever growing, encroaching over the lands We now reap what we have sown, and die by her crying glands *~* http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/natural-disasters.php