The
river of mud and debris
The
stinking aroma leafing through
The
people who use the river
They
know what causes it
Massive
developments
Without
proper planning involved
The
profits centered on a few
Controlling
the large tracks of land
The
river cries every day
With
the load she carries along
The
cuts and bruises along her coasts
Under
her belly irritating her soul
For
decades the people never learn
They
close one eye and let it roll
Now
when they find it is hard to breathe
They
realize they have to make it right
The
under currents will strike
The
silent move in the minds
Slowly
the edge of tomorrow
It
will triumph in our eyes
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