Pouring waste into the once pure river,

Polluting the once fresh giving water

With a giving nature now turning dark.

Money can buy anything for a rich company.

But cannot afford the lives lost

Tossing hateful waste into the river

Granting those who rely

A chance of sweet death.

But to a large rich company the government doesn't mind an eye.

Powerful and "pure" more die.

Feed lies for the lives that pass,

People grow weary and tiresome

As crimson red stains the ground

It slowly drips into the lake

Purifying a small portion of the river.

The notice of a polluted river screams over the town

Grabbing their guns and torches

People riot and stomp up the hill to the cooperation

With only money to protect themselves from the people

The cooperation goes up in flames.