The turbid water struggled down the sluggish stream,
filling my mind with the conflicting consequences of
completed actions repugnant to life, like the stagnant
putrid puddles steamy with slimy sewage by the bank.
The once clear waters had flowed, tumbling over the
rocks and stones, sparkling in the sunlight as it wove
its way past gay, green meadows and tall stalked fields
of wind blown wheat, waving like golden ocean waves.
Now I see only the wasted time of delayed deliberations,
spoiling the landscape, destroying the already dying
lives of once naturally resilient flora and fauna for ever,
decisions made by filthy lucre, ignoring the science.
Like the stream we muddied and meandered on
doing things that meddled and made things worse,
to line the pockets of politicians and friends, to suit
those with egoistic eyes amassing millions in a bank.