OH GREEN PEACE- THE ARCTIC SEA!

OH, GREEN PEACE - THE ARCTIC SEA!

   
“Oh, my King,
Why my King?
Why build, Oh my King?
Why build your castle,
Right on the bank of a perishing river?
Why a castle here, oh king?
Why a castle along a river in fate?
When the flamingos, oh king!
The famous take off of cranes, oh King!
The lovely rainbow butterfly,
The blue-eyed-dancing dragon fly!
The careless advancing morning fly!
And the never returning speeding sparrows,
Are the attention signals
Of a dying beautiful flowing river?”

“I am king, oh dear!
Not only of land and sea dear,
Not only of the never returning speeding sparrows, oh dear!
Not only of the dancing dragon fly, oh dear!
The famous take-off of cranes,
And the Australian desert poisonous snake,
Not only of the careless advancing morning fly
Not only of the tortoise in haste,
And the wildebeest in fate.
But am mighty King of the limbless lizard of the sea.
 Of the rainbow butterfly on the beaches of the red sea.
The elegant wading dancing flamingos,
And the fearless savanna mongoose.

Yea-am definitely king of men
who depend upon the dying-beautiful-flowing river,
Of the alligators on the beaches of the Amazon River,
Of the fish dancing in clear waters of the Mediterranean,
And that Giant white shark of the Caribbean.

So, I won’t rise dear to defend the river,
That lovely home to the barbel fish-Okavango River,
The lovely home to the giant Nile crocodile-Lake Victoria
The swift Solomon fish below the mighty water fall–great Victoria
And the famous Luangwa valley-hippopotamus.

“Oh, great king!
Yes-of land and sea!
Yes-living Great king forever!
To see great days forever!
But--!”
“Just listen server under my table.
To me the said civilized above the table;
That this river isn’t dying,
That this river isn’t perishing,
Because of the leaving flamingos
And the speeding sparrows.
But that I defend the living,
than the living river dying,
That defend the living,
And that defend the king
Clear!”


“Oh, just another word oh King;
The king is definitely blind,
He can’t see beyond the horizon because he is blind,
So, the king can’t see the approaching end wrapped in tune,
Blind to the glittering clicking signals on Neptune,
He is deaf to her twitting signals from Jupiter in the sky!
And her menace from Andromeda
in the Northern sky!”
Too blind to watch the cruising sun towards the western sky,
That rushing ball of fire coloring the western sky,
Too blind to watch the dancing nimbus clouds in the western sky!
That famous signal of our sinking times!
When the river is finally gone, Oh King!
Forever gone, Oh King!
And men who defend the king, gone!
In the flood of a twilight dream, forever gone!
Onto an everlasting trap door, forever gone!

To leave my very great king!
Your majesty, my great King!
Sprawled upon the sand dune of time,
Of that famous dead river,
But once a beautiful flowing river!”