Not My Fault

“So beautiful,” they say

But they don’t realize

It’s their fault

It’s their fault

The river is brown 

Like the sewage 

That they dump in it

The beach is covered 

In the remains

Of their concrete giants

The native animals 

Feel as at home as I do

And it’s all their fault

But how could it possibly be my fault

I have lived here longer than the giants

They are just visitors

So it must be their fault

No, I will not help clean up

I am too busy watching

Someone must keep an eye on the problem

Besides, it’s not my fault