First, with dead fishes fished by corporate driller's.
Then followed the restiveness of our young men spilling from their veins like the pipes down below.
Oh my waterside!
Can we ever find a savior?
The waterside is a banquet of wealth
But the hunger inside it goes round our necks like a bow-tie,
Often neglected by her son's, the sunshine of corruption.
Who is the blessed son, my son?
What the waterside truly wants,
Is that from the waterside!
Not a chief of thieves!
Or a doctor that doctors all.
What the waterside truly wants
Is a man that can walk on our waterside with excellence, The Peterside!
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