The river wound its way
Down from the mountains,
Where the sky melts the snow.
Here the cool breeze
Distracts from the thoughts of disease
That festers in the valley far below.
But the river knows.
The river wound its way
Through the city,
Past those poor, starving, silent, desperate.
The blood-toothed scope of those
That have gone their way
Far too soon.
Here the sun streams in spears,
Tears their dying flesh
From their still living bone.
Buries gravestones under the wave
Of "necessary change."
The river wound its way
Through the jungles,
Where rotting fruit hung from dying trees.
Here the sunrise grieves its rebirth each morn,
Sounds the cock-call with apparent malaise.
The river wound its way
Through the gardens,
Past those million-dollar homes on the hill,
Where the rich women sleep,
Dangle their feet in the current.
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