Broken Rivers

My tears flow like the river.
They fill a muddy bank and dwell
    within its murky boundaries.
My soul has become the forgotten
    turns of the river.

Broken rivers, hear my cry.
You follow the shattered bones
    of my people as we move down
    to the depths of crushed dreams.
My heart has become a bloody tie
    to a forgotten people.

Endless, clear water rise to
    greet the weary feet of a
    weary nation.
My downtrodden spirit weeps
    at the touch of your cool
    waters.

My soul has become the forgotten
    turns of a broken river.