Some voiced that us were bound to resent,
Thems as went afore, gent.
Them, if fathers n’ mothers looked back, um …
Cack! … Even they all comprahended nat!
N’ puraty’s no mores a thing for uslot,
We feels it but we sees it nat … we sees it nat.

Profused, diverse and no just in verse,
Once, air was pure, wild birds flew, fish too!
Mothers, Pa’s tho, remembered neither afore tho,
Struggles of all those afore … their lot, ya know …
Now it’s all gone, n’ Anormality - tis’ thus,
Retain then, purity’s forever n’ absolutely jus.