Have you not heard the roar of water?
During bad weather,
It also turns revengeful and searches for blood,
Defying Volturnus and raising its voice in the form of flood.
It's ‘us' who make water hostile,
Doing reckless things, being vile,
Turning the nature's precious gift into a curse,
We are both aware and unaware, what an incredible farce!
We should learn from history and let water remain calm,
The more it speaks, the more lives will certainly go mum.
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