The Skin Cracks Like A Pod. Water Hungery The Sun Still Shines
Gold Mines To The Undeveloped, The Bones Of Each Spine
Word Of Mouth Lets Them Know, Its Time To Go, One Opportunity
Together They Rush Forward As One, Standing As A Community
Tin Mugs, Copper Pans, Using Anything They Can They Grab For It
Desperate Hands, Just Grab As Much As They Can, Minds Split
Sand Crunches Under Their Feet, Bodies De-hydrate In The Heat
Overhead Sun Filled Sky, Around Here There Is No Street
This Source Is Much Needed, For Each Tree A Plant Is Seeded
They HAd Ran Out, They Begged And To The Gods They Pleaded
Living Out Of Town, India, Bombay, A Natural Source Is Great
Between Them No Hate, But The Ending Of This Would Decide Their Fate
They Reach The Spot, Feeling More Than Hot, The Push Forward
No Ques, This Was Their Oppurtunity To Live, Not Being Awkward
The Pipe Had Burst, The Town Without Water, The Scavengars Chance
Grabbing as much as they can, Filling Pans And Hands, Needing To Enhance
Sickening Thoughts As The Children Enjoyed What They Were Seeing
Men And Women Around, Could Not Believe, Around Mixed Feelings
Blessed By The Gods, The Historic Camp Had Been Given Water
A Source Of Life, For Men And Women, For Sons And Daughters
Children Danced Naked Around THe Split In THe Pipe, Wealthy Without
The Amount Of Pain This Camp Had Suffered, From The Summers Drought
The Gods Had Blessed Them, Gave Them The Water They Needed
To Give Them A Miracle Water Was Needed, And In This They Had Succeeded
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