Wish their flow was not bridled, Their movements not curtailed, Their banks not habitated, Their hearts not sacrileged, Couldn't we treat them with respect, And helped ourselves from being wrecked. FOR THE LOVE OF MOTHER EARTH The rivers furious and roaring, In their fury they are snatching Everything, on both sides,cutting Away their own banks,trees,eliminating Lives and all that came in between their way, Listening to no one,having their own say.
