1994, Inside the Kigara Shores

I am the River that carries your dead.
Fermenting in your banished decay,
billowing from my sides onto your reddened shores,
with bodies hated, their insides gored.
I see your incalculable severed humanity
choking on me as I fill their slackened throats,
where screams of terror were silenced -
at the climax of your butchering approach.

Now my veins fill their veins
where a soul once coarsed through.
I can still hear them -

I still hear you.

Nothing but wretched wrenching evil
wastes along my ruptured waves…

Don’t make me wash away you filth
branded on these bodies of bloodhsed!
I am not your judge for salvation -
I choke on your inescapable sin!
But more damning than Hell, for you, I pity,
in such quakening quell
is the horror of your deeds
consequencing in you
forever to dwell…

-ELP