drought
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The loyal green grass in the midst of the drought awaits the Sun
The Sun has helped the little green grass grow day by day
What is the little dry grass compared to the Sun
The one it leans towards each day
The loyal green grass in the midst of the drought awaits the Sun
The Sun has helped the little green grass grow day by day
What is the little dry grass compared to the Sun
The one it leans towards each day
In the corner sits my daughter,Her skin dry and lips chapped<br>She begs those who walk by for water<br>The people walk by, their responses are apt<br>No says one woman, we need some for us<br>Although my daughter cries, an
My eyes keep burning
from what seems like one hundred hours
of staring into a dry wind.
That wind seems determined
to send my retinas into a drought.
It hurts to close them.
Living in a world
Where nothing can stay the same
Where everyone is fretting
Day after day
Why should those who need it
Have to go without
Are we trying to destroy
My body and soul detached
from the spine that weaves them
sinks and floats, respectively, with no
direction.
