River Of Lies
A river never sleeps nor talks,
Weeps nor cries nor begs for walks.
It's mouth is open through the year,
But shuts it to a listening ear.
It's eyes will see a vicious crime,
It's arms pull in to add more grime.
Blood is mixed within the drink,
Flesh is mangled atop the brink.
The falls all mask the deathly lies,
Of all the victims dying cries.
A river always flows with grace,
Waters blow away the trace.
And still they never speak the truth,
Their conscience died along with Ruth.