A place of rivers

Bangladesh a country full of rivers
The Padma one mean raging torrent she
Set up by the Himalaya melt water
Hitting muddy banks and ruggedly
Tearing mud from off those banks and sending
Farm land curling into the river where
The land is being eaten up by people
With the river doing its best to counter there

Animals, crops, and houses swallowed forcefully
GAIA taking back and scolding all
Trying hard to avail itself and what we see are refugees
Environmental Lost souls hear the call
Moving down to Dhaka where congestion overflows
Its chaotic on the river I can say
The streets are just a scramble of so many
Vehicles and carts and rickshaws all there in the way
And fighting with the ever decreasing land mass
With heaps of trash now all along the way
Some stuff tossed in rivers
Lying almost anywhere
A muddled smelly melee day in day

A sojurn to a tributary
To see some fisherman ply
Making use of otters
the result was why oh why?
For in the night we watched them
Nothing for their tea
A couple of tiny goldfish a snail
How can that be?

Pollution and over fishing
Apparently the cause
Back on the boat to DhakA
A highly wasted pause
And when we got there just a shambles
No where left to dock
A hotch potch of many boats
As we disembarked a block
Hemmed us in and so we had to
Get off over those
Closer to the dock itself
Congestion there does pose

A rumpus and a ruction
So many people there
The children recycling recycled stuff
In the chronic air
Slatternly and messy
Everywhere you look
Heaps of rubbish being gone through
Other bags were shook

Out came all the contents
rifled through at ease
The plastic water bottles
Bits of mouldy cheese
Cellophane and bits of glass
All this work and they
Will hardly get a Little bag of rice
No one does pay

Much for all the effort
Whatever people do
The children work all
day in factories
For 30pence Its true!
Work hard in the foundry making
Bottles for Korea
And living above the factory
In a, how come its still here

Built with surplus bits and pieces
Orphans they are everywhere
BAngladesh a hell hole
Almost anywhere
When they get a chance to play
KAbaddi is the choice
You run around and get all hot
And ofcourse then raise your voice
Getting hot and bothered
Running from here to there
The national game so I have heard claim
Is just being more aware!