by Brianna G. Harte
Come, my river, flowing by
Be free to dance beneath the sky
The land that hugs you holds you dear
And your people stand by you, no fear.
Listen, my river, hear the sound
Of people fighting upon the ground
With words and spirits held against
Forces that may cause chaos to dispense.
Flow, my river, never stop
For the words of others touch the cop
Who influence events under you,
Deciding what actions to pursue.
Hope, my river, without a fail
Despite your people hurt and in jail
Love is the greatest power we know
Resonating with you, with them, it grows.
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