Once I looked through my binocular
Expecting to see something spectacular
The purest water which once brought a refletion like from a mirror
The breathtaking sight once I slightly enjoyed is now a horror
There is no more water in rivers, they are now rivers of blood
Bitter fear, gruesome silence are darkening our lives like a flood
Mothers, wives, daughters and sisters
Fathers, husbands, sons and brothers
Together is making the darkest river
Through their heavy sour tear
©thisavi
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