the lost part

when I was a boy the ocean was clear, the sky was clear,
the air was pure, the water was good, and down at the
shore the sand was hot and clean and filled with
beautiful shells and the sun was warm and glowing
and the birds were free of tar and oil
when I was a boy
when I was a boy
when I was a boy
you would not believe the world then
but it was there
when I was a boy
and you were not yet born
into this
residue.
this pile of poison and waste and
garbage
which our
leaders, our great minds, our
populace have led
us into.

no matter what they tell you,
you were born without a
childhood.