It echoes its years of less recognition
Its wary tears fall great
So great to amaze the visitor
Of such awesome sight
Deep down rugged inaccessible
And sole creek

Maybe its fate was determined by its location
Amidst minority inhabitants
Or the children she projects to fortunes
Forgets her as fast as their view changes
Her slang cheeks wary in drops of tears
Tourists call falls of waters.

Khirem cries so loud yet so little to her children
They`re so familiar with her morning
They’ve given it rhythmic pattern.
It calls so much wealth
Yet her children deafened
Blinded by severe hunger and acute.

Lack, so rich, so poor
Her benevolence spans
Across political divide of local council,
Across is the red rich soil
Of Mangu from the Pankshin bank of khirem

Her intention was not be used
As boundary of common uniqueness,
Far be it from her that her children
Fight over whose mother she is.
Her tears will multiply
And her pain excruciating
If they ever tour that path

She held me close and told me on my last visit
That the tall trees she grows was for me and my brothers,
That her love is always anew
Though her best
Widely travelled sons and daughters
Don`t return to her
Or returned with their eyes infinitely closed

But her joy rest with mine
And the younger generation
To tell her story and advocate her cause,
Defend for plight and end her story
Create the roads to access her
And develop the means of transporting her
Beyond the shores of her tonal
And geographical boundaries

As my visit faded in cold showers
She echoed in loud distant voice
As blessings and fortunes drop
And dwell with you
Remember this day
Remember my tears
Remember my smile
And remember my words.

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The cry of the untapped Tourism potential of the Khirem Water fall in Laplek-Kagu, in Mupun Land -Damshak Plangzak Jonathan.