Water
Water
We all need "water" to live.
We need to drink it,
wash with it,
shower with it,
swim in it,
watch it,
play with it,
and use it.
Use?
Fishing,
boating,
skiing,
dams that bring us light.
We waste the "things"
that are most important in our life.
We turn on the faucet and let it run.
Some, never turn it off.
One day it will simply...
run out.
Fresh water is a commodity,
that men and women have gone to war,
to have, to hold and to keep.
There is power in thirst,
and life in tears,
that will never end,
for years.
Fear, of being without.
Consumes all of us,
with mud and the dry ground.
It is are turn,
it is coming round.
Bring a bucket,
and hold all you can
before you can not...
anymore.
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