I met a boy A skinny little boy with sad brown eyes He was sitting on a sun scorched rock by the sluggish river "Why is the river looking like this?" His voice could have been an angel's whisper A cherub he was I looke...
I met a boy
A skinny little boy with sad brown eyes
He was sitting on a sun scorched rock by the sluggish river
"Why is the river looking like this?"
His voice could have been an angel's whisper
A cherub he was
I looked at the old tired river, then back at the boy
"The river was not always like this"
His attention was now directed at the tear
The big bright bitter tear that broke from my rheumy eye and splattered on the ground
"It used to be as clear as a child's conscience
And as fresh as the breathe of a new born
Then one sordid dark day they couldn't agree
The policians I mean
T' was at first a heated verbal exchange
Then it became a verbal war
Then they were threatening each other
Grandstanding in their stone age, hatefilled views
O, what egregious folly!
And soon machetes, simis, rungus and other implements of carnage took over
Neighbour turned against neighbour,
Friend against friend,
Families against each other
With crude weapons political differences were debated
On the weak unpopular opinions imposed
As the land lamented
And the blood flowed unbidden
And mothers over dead sons and daughters wept
"Is that why the river looks like this?"
The boy looked even more sad
A cosmic orphan
A tiny white spot in an evil miasma
I looked away, too ashamed of my guilt-ridden tear...my generation
For destroying a poor boy's innocence
And tainting his colourful outlook of the universe
And robbing him off his faith in mankind
And messing up his belief in the Sovereign
"That's why the river is scarlet my son
That's why the river is the colour of blood
It once used to be clear,
But not any more
It is filled with crying blood,
And dead men's bones,
And dreams cut short by machete wielding political imbeciles
And hopes forever dashed
And disenting voices silenced
That is why my son."
The boy was still sitting on the jagged rock when I left
His sad brown eyes now had a distant look in them
A disconcerting look that I couldn't interprate
And the Scarlet River flowed on before him.