Going across the river,
I found a gathering ,
Of dirt and dust,
Which made me shiver,
Traversing the stagnant water,
I saw a murky brown and black,
Of mud and plastic,
Which defined a slaughter.
Moving past the contaminated river,
I smelt a foul and stinking ,
Of drain and ditch,
Which sent a quiver
Hurried rapidly from the waters,
Once a pride of the town,
Now a sordid disaster,
Bearing man’s ignominious quarters
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