Rush

January 7, 2019 — flow, poem, poetry, river

river

The sounds are all drowned, muffled by roaring thunder
As the speakers and the spoken words flow like a torrent
Swirling around rapids, churning up silt that washed down
When the mountains were flooded with bitterness and fear
These times are all uncertain and these places in danger
We watch the currents of resentment carve pathways
Through the river beds of stone where gold was once found