Down by the river,
Bodies pile and fall,
Blood flows on the river bank,
And tears mix with earth.
Children cry and perish,
Those with hope fall to thirst.
Worsening prospects will occur
Lest something stops the terror.
Poetry
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Down by the river,
Bodies pile and fall,
Blood flows on the river bank,
And tears mix with earth.
Children cry and perish,
Those with hope fall to thirst.
Worsening prospects will occur
Lest something stops the terror.
