Shame

Sunrise
A swan dies
A weasel cries
The earth spins
In a dizzy whim
And the air is thin
A poly-thing is born
The day is scorned
I am so very worn
We go our way
On a superfund day
No one to save
The poisoned lies
Of the clear blue skies
Just dies and no one cries
The shame is in the hiding
The shame is in the blinding
The shame is in the killing
Of the future of a child