From the marshes I saw the death float apon the water. No sound of sorrow did follow the gentle decay as it flowed to shore. Money vs Nature the dollar for death.
The blood red sunset seemed a oil painting of a nightmares sky. As numbers matter more than souls.
History of these waters poisoned is are future. Sluge does seep across the marsh. Klling many in diffrent ways.
Generations trade erased to greed. The politicians lies and to the helpless feeling. In this moment we've lost all light. Fires of hell. visions of a oil painting of eternal night.
As apon the water I lived my life in tune with the sea. As people sit in question. Fools always looking to the next for answer.
As black does erase it's tranquill blue. Fathers and sons bid farwell. To the only life they ever knew.
For what more can you lose all is gone. Thoose peaceful water's of mind. Are but a reflection of natures soul.
**** the the land ******* of greed. Nothing ever is enough. Apon the bones broken to the very marrow they feed.
A hand open and a mind closed. The wind carries a message unherd. As darkness overtakes the shore yet effects far beyond it's reach. When hope is lost to whom will you preach?
I lived on the water all my life and known many whos live depends apon the water to live. People can point fingers but a solution is what we need. Animals, People,and a life to many has been destroyed This is far from a good write just what i feel.