A million people drinking
Their lemon-flavored tea
A billion bottles floating
Upon a poisoned sea

Within each bottle there's a note
To peeps who find the plastic shell
It's just a slip of paper
From the manufacturer from hell.

The water pipes in
old Detroit
Are poisoning kids dead
Because the linings have worn off
And underneath
was lead

Pollution will run
Red as blood
The sun as black as coal
While the fat cats
Who caused it
Relax on sandy shoals.

How can we prevent this?
Is Recycling the way?
Hasn't helped much
That I can see

I prefer to PRAY


SoulSurvivor
November 2021