They dig through the heart of our land where the rivers once flowed,
They mine for our laughter, yet drill for our tears.
They trade our pure rivers for a slippery slope as if wealth has no price.
They give up our glory for gold, and our truths for trinkets.
They drown our green valleys in liquid debris,
leaving the fish to gasp for breath in the toxins.
Our forests, once lush, are now ghosts of the past,
shall the next generation have something of nature to feel?
