A Poem by Ali Znaidi
Of blackened river,
black thick layers on a white pure river fill
passerby’s nose with delinquent aroma.
And all but fat frogs keep showing off their sinews,
gluttonously sipping the stained water of the poor
river, wanting more and more industrial waste—
vitamins for their already contaminated
blood.
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