Cup of Water
the skies are broken
and the winds ravage mad
bringing famine clad
which stir awake our ecosystem to cry
weeping tears-falling hot-
and the ecosystem destroyed clean-
clings to its last strength
while malicious man continue the strangle:
come with that cup of water
for my flower shivers cold in thirst
bring it and let me water it
else it shall fail and
no flower shall my lover gain
Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2011
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