The bridge Across the river
where two lands merge to meet
A symbol to the oness
of a common ethnic breed

The river as it flows down
from hills to the plains,
speaks of its glories,
and its recent past and pains.

It was once a mighty river,
lifeline to a need
but now helplessly enchained to man's growing greed.

The river side too is tainted
with horrors of its own.
The simple village folk that lived there,
their life overthrown.
Their voices growing fainter with each passing day
as other voices emerge..in a roaring fray.
What belonged to others...the new voices claim their own,
Claiming mastery over a land on which they toiled and groaned.
Their roaring villaneous rumours
and their tales of misbegotten woes,
add fuel to the fire as their movement grows.
Subduing their inner conscience to be kings
breeding monsters out of mere human beings.

"oh what mislaid ambition can do to a peaceful land...especially when ignorants are led by mischevious brigands"