The Creek Is Still Dirty.... Poem by Murtaza Micky Yusuf

The Creek is dirty
An attitude of uncleanliness
Neither fish nor humans can live on it
A caricature of its once bubbling looks
When the creek people farm
And live on its rich treasures
A King Kong once lived there
He once lived a desolate life on the creek
Then he started beating a drum of war
He raised a creek Army
He puts his gun on the food basket
His gun sheds tears blood and sorrow
He kidnapped for a ransom
He laid his hands on the 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
He builds a castle in the air
A prodigal son brings no good
The creek is still dirty and lifeless