By ayangri
clean beach
The washing machines
On the ground grinding away
The dirt and dirty oil
Of the years down the road
Some spilled on the roads
Some went into the rivers
It clogged up the natural processes
Until such times the people anger grew
With head gears and flags
Wearing tee shirts to announce a cause
For the change they seek to find
In the country rigged with greed and corruption
The poor sailors employed
Cleaning up the mess on the streets
Of the grime and dirty soils
The sailors took it in full flight
On the hazy sky of poor light
The calling cards spread its wings
Pushing by the wind.........
They people know they want change!
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