The fountain of life is drying up
Too much has gone to be replaced
In this desert we now face
Where will we find the oasis?
Walking in a hundred degrees
Nature bringing us to our knees
We look to the sky and beg for mercy
But it's too late, and now we're thirsty
With dried lips which crack when moved
We try to talk to distant ears
Our voices not loud enough now
Help doesn't come, our time is done
A contest entry
- Slam Poetry by live2die.
600 points, ended September 27, 2007, 13 entries
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great wrigh. Loved it
DF, 14
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