Sonnet V

Thirst Unquenched: A Sonnet on Senseless Exploitation

These airy puffs no longer bear the rain

We've come to count upon before a drop

Can be diverted from its course for gain

That some may grow and others have a crop

To feed horses no one will come to ride

Or cry about beside the riverbed

Nearly deprived of any tears to shed

For those we've left behind or cast aside

In the fervor of our acquisition,

A short unremitting march demanding

We drill rock to drain each deposition

'Til our terran balance is outstanding;

With no more aquifers to quench our thirst

Only our blood remains to wet the earth.

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I know I should rewrite the 2nd stanza, but I’ve already committed it to memory.