Let The River Run Wild Poem by Gianni Pansensoy

Sweet pretty girls!
Don't dry your eyes with tears,
let them fill the void and dead river,
till it will flow again wider,
swim on it naked and wilder.

Hallucinate, forget to ponder so bad,
mitigate yet fonder, never be sad,
watch those fishes' bones on the stones,
catch them with baits of stinging drones.

Climb the steepest peaks of the hills,
beyond, listen to the boats of paddled wheels,
but they're vanishing through imagination's heels.

What have they done to the river?
it's a dried cadaver, decaying in man's destructive character.

Stop the dam's construction! Let the river run wild.