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