A Little West Indian River History

"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge 
over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away
from a warring Englishman behind 
absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle
but smallpox caught the indie afore ammunition

"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
that witnessed the grapes of wrath in '37
and suffered its wine, the black potential rebelled 
against the clear minority who had signed 
emancipation letters without intent 
ergo, cars with bodies went flying upon the riparian spine

"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
leaning on treasonous city hearts, wrinkling under the trebled 
degrees of island sun, chuffing at progressiveness
and how the colour schemes lightly redesigned
black power free, it seems, walks unfettered to its banks 
carrying tackle, tiki-torches, tourists, a picnic, and gun

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