Painted Rivers
Painted Rivers
The rivers of this land are painted
By the blood and tears of the people
Whether invaders or fishermen
Swimmers or towns’ folk
It’s always the same no matter what
A cost needs to be paid
Blood will do but so will sweat
When that fails there are tears
For this land is special and sacred
The people instinctively know it
And pay the price with no question
One man drowned whole bathing
Two more missing while fishing
A mother vanished fording the river
On and on it goes but we accept this
We are here on this land
And more will soon follow
Varied folk of varied reasons
The price will continue
The place’s tradition
Come and join us
MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers
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