OnceUpon A Time -A river.

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