The Chattahoochee River

The Chattahoochee River is muddy and deep,
Rolls restless in her bed, and never sleeps.

She churns, whirls, and sometimes creeps,
But the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.

She cascades, crashes, her falls are steep,
So the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.

A child, in innocence, in her water leaps,
Unaware, the Chattahoochee never sleeps.

She snatches him down, his little body to keep,
Cause the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.

He struggles for his life, so tender and meek.
Oh! the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.

She steals his breath, while caressing his cheeks.
Careless Chattahoochee River just never sleeps.

poem by Willie Wilburn Walker
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Dark Canyons Of Lost Souls

Twisting, turning, groping, along the darkened canyons of my soul,
Stumbling blindly, feeling the cold slimy fabric of my existence.
The beings of this world are crazy, driven, obscene, and insane,
With lives of real desperation, hearts full of sorrow and pain.

I raise my voice in anguish,
And scream in fear and despair.
I beg for the light of reason,
To reach me way down here.

Evil, disgusting, and hateful, with greed and lust as their mores,
Raping children, spending their essence, in the bellies of whores.
In this pit, this dungeon of hell, are fantasies of sex and desire.
Where evil must be obtained and yet escape the wrath of hells fire.

I raise my voice in anguish,
I scream in fear and despair,
I beg for the light of goodness,
To reach me way down here.

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poem by Willie Wilburn Walker
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