Never Too Late


It's too murky to see, too difficult to fathom, I
Never thought such a thing could happen here, we were
Too strong, too well-fortified; I waited for my bus, wondering why it was so
Late, wondering why I couldn't catch a break, only
To find out that IT had already BROKEN, and God
Save us, then came the filthy water, the chaos, the gunfire, and you,
Yourself, can't swim with that leg, so we sat with the flies and mosquitoes, and in
America, right now I'm so desperately THIRSTY,


. . .and there's all this WATER. . .

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