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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 © | Year Posted 2019




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