• Poor Blue Sea....

    I look at thee, with great democracy. You give us the choice to pollute and control, yet deep within an anger soon unfold. washing out thousands, cleaning our act. The people with houses, well and truely pact. You choose so wisely, but in vein. We cary on, our world insane. If it could be stopped, it would do no harm. An apocolypse, with a lucky charm. A charm of hope, bringing us courage. At worlds soon end, we find the light, we look at people with delight. If it was only sooner the sea would say, it would then, finally pay. However at worlds edge, you make a pledge, to carry on. Forever lasting, need not fasting, for you have what you need, but still you pleed. I find it hard to understand, what were you thinking when you gave us land. Great many a choice you say, but did that really pay?

    Oh Poor Blue Sea...


    I see you there, with eternal graces. Never stairing, yet a million faces.

    Thank You,
    By Jack-Rufus Kelly