The Creek King Kong Poem by Murtaza Micky Yusuf

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The Creek King Kong
The Creek is dirty
An attitude of un cleanliness
The Creek is a dead sea
Neither fish nor humans can live on it
The Creek is now a caricature of its once bubbly looks
When the creek people farm and live on its rich treasures
A King Kong once dwell there
He once lived a desolate life on the creek
Then he started beating a drum of war
He raised a Creek army
He kidnapped for a ransome
He puts a gun on the food basket
His gun shed blood, tears and sorrow
He laid down his arms on a Silver plate
He filled his food plate full
He becomes an overnight money Man
No more overnight bus hike
He quickly forgets the Creek long suffering
He forgets the labor of heroes past
The Creek King Kong builds a Castle in the air
A prodigal son brings no good
The Creek is still dirty and lifeless
The King Kong is a fortune destroyer