Immortal Elders Poem by Tony Adah
Immortal Elders
So slow the sun goes
And the clouds restrain a shine
It rains
It stops
Still the sky is dark
Children yearn to play
And unburden their hearts
But the elders have gone to the stream
And got their resplendent water
Turning back
They have made it turbid
What shall the children drink?
When the weeping sky
Throws his turbid rain
Upon the throats
Of the thirsty children.
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