water crisis poem

Sung: (cry me a river..oh..cry me a river..cry me..cry me a river..oh please..cry me a river..oh)

Those who live in and have only known America

Will not understand this poem

Because they can not grasp the pain of those in foreign lands

Who would gladly be willing to cry a river

If it meant clean water for them and their family

Because you see

Those who live in such places as Haiti, Caracas, and almost all of Africa

Have no source of clean water.

We give them wells when we have no choice but over here in lovely america

We know not what it feels like to be hungry, or truly thirsty

We simply know that we have all the water we need from one little tap

We have built in dispensers not 3 mile walks to usually dirty wells.

And as we drink this pure water with no effort whatsoever

We are guzzling down a slowly depleting resource.

And the slowly draining basins all over the world

Are the inspirations of this poem

So drop your shields and sacrifice

As easily as a stoner drops acid or mixes perfectly clean water with his bong.

And for those who say well we will run out of water eventually

Then how can we afford to let the druggies use water for their own “special projects”

Everyday we dump excess water down the drain

And with that we dump a persons chance of living right out the window

It is time for us to act

Not step back as we have in the past

We can save those countless lives by donating even just our excess water

And the only thing we will have to worry about then is

Are we too late

To make a difference?

Sung: (cry me a river..oh..just find me a river..just cry..cry me a river..oh please..just find me a river..oh)