Rescue The Perishing Poem by Marlene Rashidi

Ye comes the water,
Just a little trickle,
Started the water,
Said the man with the freckle.

The water with pressure,
And know what to do for sure,
It came with anger,
Humans in danger.

'Master' shouted the least,
Run to the east,
For safety and grace,
For the stronger we are,
The faster we will finish the race.

Tired were the workers,
Stronger were the attackers,
Putting our hopes in our works,
Stop hoping like dorks.