River of Broken Dreams

There is a simple fact very few of you see I’m as alive as alive can be. I start at the mountains and I end at the sea, Life is abundant inside of me. MY life begins by the melting of snow and ice. My rapids are guilty of taking life. This saddens me deeply and it hurts my soul, Murder wasn’t meant to be my goal. I once had the freedom to plot my own course Now, I’m full of sad remorse. There are many demons who have altered my life Left me full of heartache and strife. They have built huge structures to alter my way Creating places for them to play. It also provides them with energy they need, Evil demons full of greed. Salmon swim up inside me to spawn far as they can go Life and death struggles in my ebb and flow. Forever altered, I can’t believe these demons can’t see I’m the mother of all inside of me. They dump their poison without any remorse at all As entire species get sick and fall. Now, I’m sad to say they have gone way too far Clouds no longer block out the stars. The earth is getting warmer and warmer each year. The sky is dry and void of tears. As the world heats up because of your choices Mother Nature hears our voices. She is the mother who cares for one and all Its time you humans should fall. As I run dry and have no choice, but to succumb to death What will you do with no water left? No more power generated from your mighty stations, Creating another great human migration? With no more animals left on earth to kill for sport, Will starvation be your final resort? I was once a mighty river full of a million dreams Now I’m reduced to a trickling stream. Your farmer’s wells are starting to run completely dry As you all argue the reason why. Climate change is nothing, but another hoax you say, In the end our mother will make you pay. Drought in the west with mighty storms in the east, Mother’s vengeance is a powerful beast. The situations you created through the webs you’ve spun Create untold hurricanes and blistering sun. There is a simple fact of this poem that is nothing nice; All life on earth will pay for your vise. I’m now broken and void of all my happiness it seems I’m now just “The River of Broken Dreams.’