Two hundred fifty thousand :
I watch the sun rise
Something seems to bother me
The sand swallowed my feet
It became black and gooey
Because two hundred fifty thousand.
Tons of black garbage on the coast.
Birds fall from the sky
The ocean seems to mourn this tragedy
He cannot contain this evil
Like a poison that spreads in his veins.
Like a human poison.
GovaSéda. ®️
YOU ARE READING
Two hundred fifty thousand
SpiritualInspiré du naufrage de l'erika le 12 décembre 1999.
