All life takes in water to live,
Flowing therein, doing its thing,
Then being exuded to give
To more life in a wondrous ring.
The waters of the world have flowed,
Recycling through all time and space.
Humans have made tap and commode,
And judge the water in each place.
But water is not bad or good,
Because of where it was or is.
Water sustains life as it should.
Making judgements is human biz.
The water that is in my tea,
Perhaps water in Hitler's pee.
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