SWEAT ME A FLOOD

Cry me a river

Sweat me a flood

Lend me a dinghy,

please

To escape this mud

That flows through

my Big Blood

And covers Greenvilles

of Bamboo

in Caroni, Cumuto

and Kelly too

Where are 

those lifeguards?

Where are the floats?

Where are the heroes

To throw me a rope

Or paddle a boat

Through these murky waters

Which contaminate

My aspirations 

to navigate

This situation

and  escape

This cesspool 

of hate or pride

In this nation

Which voids empathy

Refuses charity and denies

And   debates my need

For necessities

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

MOTIONS OF UTTERED GRAFFITI