Rising Expectations
The clean river now starts to pick up dirt,
garbage, refuse and all in its own bed.
Laden with filth combined which forms a throng,
it finds it hard to breathe and move along.
After certain journeys, change takes its place.
It all must start when we grow up as men.
Like the river, we start to turn dirty.
Turning the life I knew into a race,
where plots coupled with scams live in a den;
when words don’t mean the words I knew before.
After evil thoughts start to taint the minds,
we learn to steal and hurt, then cheat and lie.
We are masters governed by ill intents
bursting its banks only when we all die.
Lionel L
(11 Jun 1998)
