the breakdown in the filter systems

Once the pond is crystal clear water

You can even see right at the bottom

The colours of many fishes swimming

You can count every one of them

The filter systems in working order

Pumping in clean water pumping out dirty water

The cycle moves in unison every minute of the day

You can watch the elements in foreplay

The cats stay at a distance

Afraid to go near afraid of the guard

Standing alert watching with his eyes

With baton in his hands the cats move away

Decades down the road

The changes from good to bad

The pond now looks dirty

The filter systems failed to operate

The fishes dare not swim up

There is no splashing of joy

The cats stand at the edge

Waiting to catch the fishes

Now the guard has his wad of cash

Counting it everyday feeling money high

He has less to worry but more in his pockets

“This must be life” he says

The breakdown of the filter systems

The nation will keep crying

The bad elements keep pushing

People break your addiction and change!