The sacred river

Water froths, unpigmented,

The edges turn damask,

Like vermilion in parting

Of a new bride,

Specks of human emotion

Scattered amidst,

A feeling of déjà vu and

Spirits of Ate is profound

Wars are dispersed.

As man kills man

Diversion from monotony

Enjoying the blood shed

Blood of humans getting cheaper

Love is sparse

And hatred vast awaken.

I urge

Cherub comes on Earth

The river regains its

Snowy texture….