Tony Adah

The River - Poem by Tony Adah

The river gushed downstream
Frothing in white surfs upon slabs
Of granite on the bed.
Some had water holders but couldn't fetch
Others strong and greedy scooped
Like the water will dry
Those we trusted fetched
And made turbid the water
That was meant for all.
When we complained
They only laughed at us
Why do we want this water
To run down in vain?
They asked as they had taken
Their share.

Topic(s) of this poem: greed

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015

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