On this land
I see roads
Most parallel
Most horizontal
Some angrily diagonal
Some desperately vertical
The road signs
They say anger
They say hatred
They say sorrow
It is not easy to get lost
They run across the surface
And beneath the surface
I see rivers
Rivers
Blue Rivers
Rivers of life
The roads
Each one comes closer
Closer to destroying
Destroying these rivers
Cutting of their flow
(Ten points to anyone who gets my symbloism. Quite obvious actually)
