Pristine
Pristine is the word that hardly
fits
like sour is sweet it’s just a misfit
but its the closet we’ve
come to describing that
place
what happened there was a
worldly disgrace
oh how in our hunger
for power and fuel
we’ve chose a path
laid by fools
and now we must pay
such a dear price
In plants and birds and
other animal life
all because we failed to
heed the warnings…
and not think twice
and the word of this deed
shall get around…
on how we destroyed
PRINCE WILLIAM SOUND
Copyright © Richard Rodriguez | Year Posted 2019
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