He stood in the water
Hearing its creatures cry
as the sludge filled
them on every side
Coming to him ti say
goodbye, turning back to die
He touches each as they pass
with hands smooth as glass
He turns his head to land
knowing this is the work of man
all the sludge upon the sand
the abused power of man
He kneels down
close to shore
his voice becomes a roar
making all the birds soar
The sky darkened
the trees went silent
He could not believe
Man had gone so wrong
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
He stood in the water
Hearing its creatures cry
as the sludge filled
them on every side
Coming to him ti say
goodbye, turning back to die
He touches each as they pass
with hands smooth as glass
He turns his head to land
knowing this is the work of man
all the sludge upon the sand
the abused power of man
He kneels down
close to shore
his voice becomes a roar
making all the birds soar
The sky darkened
the trees went silent
He could not believe
Man had gone so wrong
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