The river bore the blame for shortening their lives,
and frequently sanctioning their loved ones’ demise.
It had become evil right before their eyes:
Deviating from sedimentary yellow to a rusty red hue;
Its evil sentiments were undeniable.
And as nature’s bounty withdrew,
factories quickly disappeared too,
leaving thousands breathlessly bound to the river shore.
Survivors wept for the battery factory and state refinery,
for both had brought prosperity
to lives that, while short, were revolutionary.
For them, the dateless river bled,
but its plight bypassed their hardening hearts,
favouring alternate banking establishments.