Stale Tales Of The River Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Stale Tales Of The River

The river froths at the mouth
choked by all manner of modern life artefacts
bleeding its lifeblood to irrigate the greenfields of farmers
and as a way of thank you silly siltation of the loosened soil spoiling the same river by flowing back to, again, choke the river turning perennial flows to seasonal drips.
Mud and muck sticking hard to the bottom bed of the river displacing the rivers lifeblood

Industry spewing forever chemicals from induction machines,
fish choking with plastics,
humans in their bid to have an elastic diet eating fish full of rubbish. Cancers on the rise, many diseases around, chronic allergies abound.

Give thanks to the river, the tributary tries to pay tribute to the water it transports, showing all sorts of flotsam as a reminder of the journey every molecule of water has taken before contaminating even the sea
But, see no one pays attention to the river story. The stale tales of the river.

Humans too busy to notice that humus is tainted with dead fish, dead leaves having been dissolved in novelle chemicals which scream the river story to which no one listens,
preferring to consume poisoned water hook line and sinker.

C.20092023