Water Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I remember before its slaughter,
Water was clean and fresh giving to life.
Now it has grown slick...
And suspect to order,
Even boiled to drink...
Many think twice!

Whether purchased in stores,
From the springs flowing in Maine
No one can claim it is the best to buy!
When held up to light to view for specks,
The thought of doing that...
Makes it a gamble to try.

Water is needed...
No one can argue about that!
It is used for everything.
And that is a simple fact!
What should we do to protect water further?
Everyone is killing it!
Should we all spend time for murder?





NOTE: First submitted to PoemHunter September 9th 2005
Resubmitted January 24th 2008