For the ones with ample access to it,
These precious drops hold no value.
They are used liberally; while there are lots
Of those who walk miles to fill their pots.
While drought stricken people come up
With dismal practices like ‘water wives’,
Multitudes of innocent creatures
Wander in search of water, all their lives.
Why should they suffer for our greed?
When will we stop and consider?
That the life giving streams are for all to share,
No one owns them or can create them, even if they have money to spare.
The wealthy amass more, and seldom teach to conserve.
What do you think your inheritors will do,
With all the wealth, name and land
If there’s no water, just dunes of sand?
