The rains fell hard
on that Friday night
in ’64, in May.
Streets were flooded,
and many drowned.
It was not like any kind
of late Spring day.
Graft had been paid,
and sewers
remained blocked.
Trapped rain just wouldn’t flow.
It was then we uncovered
the corruption,
and it really shocked.
Councillors
trying to make a dishonest buck.
It’s a cliché, and yet,
it’s par for the course.
They just keep filling their wallets
as we run out of luck.
No heads would roll,
it was what it was,
just rain.
No compensation was ever paid.
for such is always the case,
we just feel the extra pain…

©Joe Wilson – Graft…2015