Where the river runs
Where the river flows
Under the radiating sun.
Who hears my voice
Echoing from the mountain top
Echoing from the valley below?
Who hears my voice
Sprinkled with pepper and spice
Speaking words that cuts, that slices
Into social vices?
Arise Arise ye egotistical maggots of malice,
Hatred and spite
Darkness long thought put to bed.
Lets gather the light of day
To obliterate the darkness as it runs and bay.
Where the river runs.
Where the river flows.
Where flowers grows.
The cascading water caresses the walls
As it jubilantly falls .
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POETIC SKETCHES
PoetrySketched in black and white - a series of poems dealing with a number of ideas.
