The Creek That Was A River

Tranquil waters rippled adrift peace filled thoughts
What was a small river growing up skinny dipping
Be now barely creek amidst stagnant pools dehydration
Awaiting drip drops slow parched meandering movements.

Up the creek, the river water, be diverted by corporate farming
Whose pumps, also siphon, for prime real estate - lake property
Below, there Commercial agriculture, sprays water ‘n pesticides
That flow into river, that now becomes toxic creek insecticide.

Larvae that feeds fish, then thy fish, turtles and flogs be-gone
Trailing dead zone, where even the deer, wander afar from
Fencing, along river, to keep safe farm animals and Labradors
To skinny dip now, skin would erupt, amid red skin scar lesions.

Then that fate full day, the deluge tempest, flooded Primordial wealth
When rain and pumps, would not stop filling, a rich facade lakefront.
Water gushing down, onto drowning fertilized crops, being washed away.
In this farm creek, becoming a raging river inferno, dye dream be lost.

That Corporation, in that Corporation, filing for bankruptcy protection
Forcing the Government, to declare, an environmental sheer disaster
As what is left salvageable, is crated up, for Property be confiscated
One sees bulldozers take the topsoil and The Creek That Was A River.