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The drought has gotten out of hand;
all the water turned to sand —
it was a bad idea to expand.
What’s next? Where do we go?
Gotta be where the river flows;
too bad nobody knows.
Is it my mind?
Or is everyone just blind?
I can’t help but feel — prosperity is falling behind.
Then why do we stay on the grind?
What are we trying to find,
but a lake bed gone dry —
a forsaken sky.
Give me clouds of thunder
so I don’t have to wonder.
Does god care, or has she gone under?
The rich bastards plunder;
forgetting we outnumber —
and there’s no more water to drown us under.
When the grass is all brown,
you can’t afford to be a clown;
you watch as they bring death to your hometown.
Dry as a bone,
where will you roam —
when your only home;
to the flames has gone.
September 27, 2022
