Pieces were torn apart from the sea,
Making up pieces of rivers tiny,
As all became separated,
From the great Mother Absolute,
Variety grew differently,
And totally unique,
But never as wealthy as before,
Were the waters of the sea,
No, No more,
Fish migrated here and there,
Easy prey for every wandering hunter,
Were the waters now,
Easy to control and rule,
By every selfish mammal,
As the days of independant power,
Were long lost by the mistakes made,
By the greatest dictators of Fool.