River Bird

River bird, never you teach

The Princess of White Beach

The sorcery of the black witch

Who trained the old haggard bitch

To slide heart's without a stitch

But only for the devil's preach.

The music is playing well

To capture the minds of men

Whose emotions discordant bells

To coach innocent moppets

Without paper,ink or pen

Behaviours that fume and stench.

At the onslaught of the storms,

When your proud lazy spouse comes,

Your children will head the slums

Carrying not even some crumbs

Of food in their empty drums

When the pain of hunger surmons.

You can't satisfy pleasure

If you can't control pressure.

Praying to get a seizure

Of a goal, controls the measure

Of our valuable treasure

That aims toward your future.

Countless old days recede

For new days to proceed,

Piling records of our deed,

And gaining advise, we should heed.

That's what humanity need

For our values to grow with speed.

The river ebbs and flows,

Carrying ideas that glows

On the midst of mamade ploys

To throw bad debris that slows

Down and break brightened snows

To stop stalon to the shoals.