SWAN RIVER FLOW
Oh little river by me.
Flow onward to the sea.
Black brown, not so free.
Funny BUBBLES by the lea.
Dead fish float before my eyes.
Vacant look beyond deaths way.
Birds swoop - then fly high.
Putrid smell comes from the bay.
Factories vomit more with time.
Baby birds with clouded eyes.
Grass wilted over to add rhyme.
Young child died - playing at five.
Just drink.
Where to run - RUSTY WATER SINK.
Sun can't reflect into the sky.
GOD looked down and only sighed.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2
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Thank you, You have no idea what that means to me. I have family in Flint Michigan
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