Free Cee There Oughta Be Water
READY TO ROAR
They were all thirsty, all praying for rain
each of them in their own unique kind of pain
they kept crossing lands looking for relief
adults and children alike all suffering their own unique kind of grief
the lion was always at the door
the tiger was always ready to roar
the puddles were polluted
And none of the trees able to become deeply rooted
each morning they would lick the lilies for their dew
every evening their frustration like wicked weeds grew
how to feed the babies, how to satisfy the elder one
an entire village trying to beat the heat of the sun
their huts provided too little shade
as an entire town sat by sickly, lame and afraid
frightened for human beings being depleted of trust
their eyes covered by soot and mouths filled with dust
they were all thirsty with the will to survive
each and all trying to stay alive
every morning someone was found without a sign of breath
until the arid conditions killed everyone in the center of a town called “Death”
© 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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