In the murk........

Coursing down the rivulet…it shines

Oil with a death wish

In the murky water

It flows in its shiny-evil dominance

They ignore its evil demeanour

They ooze it out of the murk

They see the shilling in it

The quick buck flowing in the murk

Only it knows better

As it deathly swirls further down

It reminds one of the death that coursed towards Egypt

To kill the first born sons

But this one flowing on water

Didn’t get too choosy

As it coursed down

It took the first, second…even the last son

The child of the son too

In murderous unison with fire

It scorched life out of them

Squeezed it out in a flash

Leaving skeletal forms

A statement of its viciousness

Their grotesque forms hurdled in the murk

Lived in murk

Walked in murk

Died in the murk

No dime in the murk

Just death!