Hawaiian waterfalls

"Where's the love Where's the love?" The bearded man on this corner Couldn't seem to emphasize enough. "The love is gone, The crumbs are gone, It hasn't rained, The mud is gone. The fruits Have died And rivers dried. The sandy beach No longer speaks, She No longer sings. Where did the love go? Yo? You know? Where do the love stay? This island rock like ruby stones Feeding off fallen coco bones, This luscious earth Be like home, It be like throne. Now I can't go a mile Without call box telephones And buses, With microphones. I don't need a tour I don't want a phone I once prayed to god For the rain to pour, Now even the rain is poor And my heart hurts more And more. Kaua'i, my dear kaua'i, You have become tourists shores These tourists whore. She ages at every hand That takes sand From her ocean pours. And I fear the day I fear the day, It's the mana at risk. Every camera shooting films Creates insecurity In the purity Of her islands abyss, Of the graves of the wise. sacred mountains Be like breasts Raped repeatedly, For hollywoods star spangle time. I kiss her as she sleeps, To help heal her wounds. But she loses faith At every tree Like her hair, Cut down to its doom Cut down to its core. Balding her sweet privates For another resort. Where is her sugar? Her sweet sugar? Nobody knows. Lost within the pages Of the stories No longer told. She's growing old She's growing tired, She can barely make use of the rocks That erupted with fire. She'll send one last cry Her very last try, Through the fish, The sharks, And the tuna. A letter to her cousin," Dear sweet Cuba. "I Need to rest, I yearn for respect. I'm tired and worn, I fear for what's next. If its too much to ask, Than my sweet cousin I'll beg. The very last cry My final request. Sweet cousin, Oh my dear sweet cousin, come with the dolphins And bring me a Che."