Like tides to the winds, like string to the beads
Selflessness and I, are like birds and sky

I am a river, natural giver
I feel fulfilled watering a field…

Grasses I rescue do always pull through
But my own story is always scary

Either by deceit or lack of merit
Gravity seems to, on me have a toll

Yet, relentlessly I pour all of me
To the core values of both old and new,

When they come for more, and I always pour,
While giving my all, I do bruise my walls

Upon exposure, I keep composure
But deep inside me I cry while I bleed

For with my last blood all I can afford
Is my dignity and integrity

Aquatics blame me, a great thirst kills me
No one thus know this, I give yet they hiss

True, all is not well, but who do I tell
That the great river, dearly needs water.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu