"OH HOW THEY DID FLEA"

HI GANG,
This is one of my uncompleated works. I had it finished at one time but loss the entire thing when my computer crashed and I didn't have a backup. I worked on it for almost two years. What a loss it was to me, I cryed. So this is the first part of it. I don't have any idea when I'll complete it again. I thought you might like to see something I'm currently working on. And I would like to get your openion on what you think it means and where you believe it will go from here.

“Oh How They Did Flea”

Oh how they did flea.
Some put the blame on mankind,
some put the blame on Mother Nature,
some put the blame on God,
some put the blame on themselves,
to some degree.
But ALL did flea.

You could no longer see the Sun,
through the darkened skies,
filled with things,
some even alive.
You could hardly breath,
the air so thick.
Yet time went on,
like a clock that tics.
Oh but how they did flea.

The beautiful blue waters,
you could no longer see,
for they turned in color,
even in the seas.
They turned to black ,brown and green,
like a man bruised,
who was beaten down to his knees.
Oh but how they did flea.

The birds no longer sang,
no longer spread their wings.
For in the skies,
there was just too many things.
So they sat in the barren tree tops,
and looked down below.
Knowing sooner or later,
Man would surely, just have to go.
Oh but how they did flea.

They fled from mountains,
into the valleys.
They fled from the valleys,
to the highest mountain tops.
All looking for a place to hide,
but there was no relief,
not even inside.
Oh but how they did flea.

Some fled to the waters,
where large bubbles waited for them,
down below.
Some fled to the skies,
and beyond you know.
In large cylindrical objects,
they would go.
Oh but how they did flea.

Some were chosen to go to be leaders.
Some were chosen to go to be breeders.
Chosen by whom,
no one seemed to know.
Some were chosen for their Race,
some for their creed.
Some were chosen for their Color,
some for their religious beliefs,
to try and preserve,
what was now being destroyed.
why,,, is beyond me.
Oh but how they did flea.

The poor fled from the rich,
for fear of losing the little bit,
they had left and wanted to protect.
The rich fled from the poor,
for fear of having to support.
Having to give any thing,
to any one any more,
just seemed like a repeat.
Oh but how they did flea.

The weak fled from the strong,
for fear of being overpowered.
The strong from the weak,
for fear of their numbers.
The good from the evil,
for fear of being converted.
The evil from the good,
for they knew not where they stood.
All looking for a place,
down below or for a ride up above,
but this was not to be,
for they were not of the chosen few.
Oh but how they did flea.

Hope you like it. Let me know one way or the other.

L-U-A,
Later,
Peter