About, Depth Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

We are a huge foamy river, takes us sightseeing, in africa.
It is depth, in which we are imersed.
There maybe, a forest, named oblivion in depth
Relaxation, of limbs, in elegant, way..
There maybe snowy mountais
But whilst there there is [ big brother]
There will be comunism, no personal, ownership, no social status, a real cleaning of the proverbial slate, i prefer somethings, that are part of the evolution of the species, jewelry, posesing alot, i admit, and to satiscaction, to boot, Constructing, with it.
What else does the deep have.