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 see
I prefer to PRAY.
SoulSurvivor
November 2021
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:12 AM UTC
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 see
I prefer to PRAY.
SoulSurvivor
November 2021
