Factory #1 Poem by The Friend

The waterfall as tall as two men,
with pure water flowing from its mouth,
stopped its mad flowing today and has been reduced to a trickling stream of water.
I ventured down to its source and saw a factory belching smoke and bleeding black poison from its chimneys and tubes.
Now the waterfall's water is impure (?) and the air above it is tainted.
This seems so ugly to me.
That means that I am not seeing the whole truth, surely, so I will find out the truth, no matter how well it might try to illude me.