“Water, water, every where
… Nor any drop to drink.”
If I should have enough to weep
some tears before we sink
into the deep … then
let the rains fall everywhere
where land is parched
where lips are cracked
where leaves are starched
and odds are stacked
agin those least able
to feel the rain fall on their face
and cleanse decaying life
of toxic overload
and feed the food that’s rife
and rich as any lode
but for strife … and greed
that let the acid rain fall foul
… and cost us dear.
© 2017 John Anstie
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[The first two lines are taken from “The Rime of The Ancient Mariner”, the most epic of his lyric ballads, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.]
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I thoroughly enjoyed this piece, John. 🙂 Great minds *must* think alike, because it looks like we both were in the same state of mind in writing about this month’s theme.
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