the decay of souls

There is no logic

To claim land from the sea

When the country has so much

In the hinterland

This is just pure greed

The profits for short term strategy

The long term effects forget

It is the wealth the minds seek

The rising tides

The flash floods

The concerned parties don't see

In their minds the money gold

The losses sustain

In the years ahead

Will the authorities see it?

They say they will not be around

The future generations

They will curse the old

Of the sins they had committed

The decay of souls