CRY OF THE RIVER

 

She cries again, I hear her sighs And you, the fools, I hear your lies 'We will clean soon, we'll patch up things' But until now, what trash each brings. Her lament joins the mourning air That sympathy is also there Even the sky shall empathize When will the human be real wise? She gave you food, she gave you life You ungrateful, made your own strife What have you done to her water? Seems the future doesn't matter. You throw trashes, you feed her waste She cannot breathe, it's a disgrace You whom she loved, you don't love back Instead debris are on her rack. Now the river, is still crying The song before, now's a mourning The river cries, I know the truth She cries for you, just one could soothe And only you could mend her sore Love the river, so tears no more Next time the cry of the river Will be that one nice song ever!

Author's Note

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