The Ganges
we’ve all seen it
a river some abuse
to pray upon
till life has gone
we have all got lots to lose
the sitar in our minds eye
Purifies the soul
death is soaking in its waters
the populations goal
Millions being poisoned
holy maybe so
but every kind of excrement
is in there as we know
Just a tiny drop
can cleanse the body of all sin
This muddy smelly putrid crap
In the Nations bin
is being dumped now everywhere
all that sweat and pee
tasted the acrid waste of millions
is it so healthy
Gangotra born and desolate
pilgrims everywhere
gongs and bells and flowing beards
its up there pure fresh air
ice cold flows are waiting
the pilgrims bathe and know
They feel cleansed forever
in its heavenly flow
Goddess Ganga flourishes
prayers are given free
Some walk here from God knows where
sadhu’s believe they be
ashen of complexion
and holier than thee
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.