The river of debris
Flowing down to the river mouth
The deadwood, dead leaves, rubbish
Twigs, plastics and ropes
All gathered there
Wanting to get free
But without success
As every item blocks the way
The water slowly seeps
Rising the water level
Nobody pays any attention
As they are busy on hand-phones
The rising water
It never waits for rescue
It will turn into flood
Causing fear for old and young
All because of attitude
It causes the minds and eyes to forget
The good way can be lost
If we don't see the bad on the rise
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