Christopher Xu

Muddy River Blues

Down by the river,
living in a shed,
feeding on the wild grass growing
all along the bend.
He know his sorrow,
and he know his pain
just like the muddy water
washed away his name.

He get up early, just to
work from nine to five.
Scraping in all he can, just enough to
keep his wife and kids alive
And every night,
he’d go and pray
hoping that the Man above
is hearing what he say.

Seen a better day or two,
knows just what it’s like
to sell his soul out on the bills,
can’t buy himself a life.
The water’s rising, and the
sun is hanging high,
but staring at the world above
is too much for his eyes.

Torn down like an animal
he makes it back again.
Bloodshot eyes and throbbing veins
burning through his skin.
It’s been a long day, got a
burden off his chest.
Sleep it off and end the day
And start it up the next.


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