I've always loved the sound of rain Touching so softly my windowpane And then the scent of dew at dawn Coming to greet me from my moist lawn ...home... (D. Gildenlöw)
I always took it for granted I never valued the drops I shed I failed to see the relation Between my self and world starvation (D. Gildenlöw)
Water's for the chosen But how come we expect us to be those few... ...me and you?
[In this hot, desolate timeglass I met this man, wearing a worn old flyer's cap. Every day he had to dig 10 feet down for his daily ration of water - one poor gallon. And so he did - singing while doing it!]
10 feet of sand for the thirst But he gave me half of what he was given for a day All for thirst and sanity use While we use up hundred times more... What do we do with it? Pipes and bathtubs, sprinklers and fountains! Freshwater used as a dump for oil and nuclear waste! "Desert people turns humble" he said They know what they have But do they know what they lose when we flush?
[But yet, sadly, he looked up to me. Felt a need for our greed...our "freedom". Said all he really wanted was a car and a radio. He too failed to see the relation ...between our lives...and his starvation]
Water's for the chosen Water's for the few Life is for the chosen But only if we believe it to be true... but we do! (But I'm through!)
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