I read this lovely story,
Held the book so near
Then wondered in fear,
Had it been re-cycled
Oh dear, I'm not the first
The water we drink from the sink
That come from the tap
Is not from the source
Has been tampered with
For safety's sake,
Air congested our lungs
Made us dizzy and queasy
Alas, bound by contract
In sickness and health,
Some are dead of pollution,
And their thirst to be first
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem