The River
The fast flow of water that splashes past is the nature around us, hitting back
After all the pollution mixed in the purity
The river fights back using power and certainty
Until it destroys the polluters surrounding the site
Where once was a natural beauty spot
Is now an area of war, a fight
The water will not be defeated by man
It is too strong to hold off and too fast to catch
As it destroys the houses and the farmers patch
On this float of destruction, it will destroy anyone in its path
Hold on to your houses and tie down your cars,
The river is here and drifting quite far
The water was always the provider of life
And now it flows and is out to destroy it
What have we done that is so bad to this river
Disposal of waste and the throwing of litter
Now, we moan about this flood,
The river is only doing what man would,
Defending itself,
Against the destroyer!
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