We Stole the River

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We stole the river.
Our pockets soak through
And it drips down our legs.

We filled cups and saucers
With tepid water and
Can’t drink.

Plastic, paper, glass.
Existence beneath the surface
Clings for life, struggling for breath.

Towns and cities and metropolises.
Out of these come everything,
To go into the waters.

But how ironic it is
That the same is happening to us
Beneath the sky instead of the ocean.

We will soon cling on for life,
Struggling to breathe
Unable to drink.

As Earth cooks
And we all languish
And we all try to break through
The plastic, paper and the glass
That traps us all
Under.