Nolichucky (Poem)

will you mourn if you kill a river

the murder of water is no small thing

money and war do not sustain life

when you were a child thirsty from the noon day heat

did you drink down a glass of clanking coins

when you washed your hands dirty from grime

did you run them under a show of force

when you grew your fields green with food

did you irrigate them with destructive toys

perhaps you do fill your cup with dollar bills

pile your plates with war planes and bombs

making yourself gaunt withered unaware

when you are dying and long for one last cooling sip

you’ll moisten your parched throat

with the only thing left to flow

poison that will kill us all

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