'' We Die Of Thirst '' Poem by Bri Mar

As water becomes rare,
Dark forces will emerge,
They're already there,
Ready to converge.

The draining has started,
By these billionaires,
Leaving us broken hearted,
But none of them cares.

That dry water tower,
That nurtured all life,
Underneath you cower,
Filled up with strife.

Reservoirs of water,
Hidden from view,
Like lambs to the slaughter,
Though not for the few,

Large swathes of land,
Where the deceitful live,
You can't understand,
Nor will you forgive.

All life will perish,
Without liquid gold,
It's death we will cherish,
Their souls they have sold.

We'll be killing each other,
For the want of a drink,
Be sister or brother,
Does that make you think?

This is happening now,
All over the Earth,
We are dying and how,
Death is our berth.

More valuable than oil,
Our bubble has burst,
As the sun burns the soil,

‘' We Die Of Thirst ‘'