THE DEAD CROW

He saw a dead crow
in a drain
near the Post Office,
He saw an old man
gasping for air
And a baby barely able to breathe
In a crowded morning clinic
This land is so rich
Why should we suffer like this?



I want clean air
For my grandchildren
I want the damned fools
To leave the forest alone,
I want the trees to grow,







The rivers run free
And the earth covered with grass.
Let the politicians plan how 
we may live with dignity
Now and always