The river of time flows muddied Through weeping shores in spate. It carries with it The hunger of our orphans And the neglect of our masters Here a child died There a friend held on To a dead friend Here a mother gave birth To a still-born And there a old man Sang to the Sea For redemption from the heat The sins of many Would hang heavy on all of us And when it is time to collect Let's be ready, without apologies To pay. The river of time runs sullied From the lament of the multitudes Who were sacrificed by some Who blamed a virus For the wretchedness of their soul.
Together, under a clear blue sky