The Wait
The Wait
I thirst for liquid gold
Will fall ill to it impure
It’s containments will wipe me clean
Those who steal it do me dirty
Pumping and extracting it from a well
Leaves me with whatever remains
Can’t complain
Can only wait
Illegal hydrants are destroyed
To turn back thieves
We knew of rain
Not of sewage, dirt and debris
Rivers have dried up
The land is barren
Able bodies purchase sweet water,
Bottled with minerals
And tankers fill their pools to capacity
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
06/10/19
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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