No More Dragons To Chase

I was driving near the awesome river Just after sunrise, en route to work Today is a misery I’d no longer say hello to the streams Which used to accommodate occupants Along it’s bank Injecting source of life to dwellers And immigrants Before brightly urbanizations and skylines Engulfed its playgrounds It’s not a usual morning Scorching of black crows Flying pass and transit near it’s terminal Where the mid streams meet With the southern streams Cutting thru’ all corners of Kuala Lumpur Yes, this tea colored Klang River Has an untold story Which could rip apart any sacred hearts Like a roof tumbles down on your head Whilst having a hard earned meals with Your loved one You just shook your head in disbeliefs Two days ago At the heart of the unforgiving river At the spot under the bridge A bridge too far Hidden and secluded And yet transparent In the middle of the city Its bank was hosting Scores of dragon chasers Heroin worshippers At a moment notice Become landlords Of the land of stoned And drugged A rendezvous for addicts, runners and pushers In their own world of unbounded The honky tank sounds of vehicles Above them Or if the skies were grounded Would not stop them from derive From scouting But, that afternoon Helter skelter strike upon Awaken the dragon chasers From it’s den Down they dive Jump into the unforgiving waters Running for their lives And from the narcotics police The wild river has no mercy Downstream current wiped them too easy Next day headlines were so breaking Nine lives vanishing Caused of drowning Who took their lives? The police The river Mass suicide Massacre Or God