The river is polluted The skies are grey in falling night The stars are hidden from our sight Constellations convoluted
Bilge water and bile Corrupted hearts so vile Defile of a sacred form This is not divine Only desecration
The river is polluted The seeds we plant do not survive And even life is doomed to die The trees are all uprooted
We want the leaves We want the flowers We want the scent of the forest
The river is polluted Our dismay is all man-made Unwholesome branch that holds no shade Our hope for shelter all eluted
Brackish is the water Swim if you care to drown We take giant gulps Deluded with hope And still we die of thirst
It has come to my attention, or rather been in my peripherary that I chose to ignore, that there are certain poets here who act in the most unseemly manner. Now it is spilling over into the dailys. Just stop!!!! It is sickening. A bunch of "poets" they are. If you want to wage war, at least be competent in your craft. It goes both ways