She - River Poem by Mary Binu

There is a River flowing down the hill
Dump your waste on her and make the kill
For there was no one to question the maker
The lifeless River stinks of human squander,
She was cursed and rotting all the way
Carcasses, feces, condoms – they stay.
We were repulsed by her sight
For we have to clear the den fortnight.
She was our most preferable Bin
A place where we cleanse our sin.
Little did we know that she was our daughter
But there is no time to spare, she had to be slaughtered.
We ripped her to pieces and danced on our tears,
Together we rejoiced celebrating it with cheers.

I am the proud River once known to all!
Then came the day I met my downfall.
If you think I’m sad you’re mistaken
I’ll strike with vengeance and leave your world shaken.
Restore me back to the days of glory - or else
Count the days and be prepared to be sorry.
You thought I was powerless and preferably dead
I will claim what’s mine, that’s enough to be said.
Where thou art mighty god, ye hath forsaken me
But I don’t procrastinate ‘to be is what to be.’
On the Day of Judgment don’t expect me to have a heart
For it was decades since you ripped it apart.