Poem about vortex

Seas, lakes, rivers.

Sea salt water.

Lakes and mountain air.

The most beautiful winding rivers.

Sounds fantastic.

Sounds irresistible.

Until you find vultures.

I call them that.

Metal vultures.

A big barge on the clean, the cleanest river.

They dig and dig, they look for gold.

They frighten the aquatic world, they spoil their habitat.

Behind them, when they dig everything up, they leave holes.

Why is it in human nature to spoil everything?

On the shore there is a large metal vulture, excavator.

And it digs something, takes out the sand.

And it leaves huge holes behind.

They are on the mountain as well.

They dig, dig and dig.

They want to use the most beautiful lake.

They're making a concrete dam.

It pays off, they will have more electricity.

That's why we hear terrible things on the news.

The girl drowned.

Silence.

A boy drowned while surfing, he was pulled by the sea current.

Silence.

I understand everything when nature works on its own.

I also understand that when a shark attacks, we disturb it, or it is hungry.

But I don't understand the huge holes behind the metal vultures.

I don't understand why they make artificial vortices.

Become aware, someone never comes out of the vortex!

Do you hear me?

Author: Musician

Thanks a lot for reading.

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