in a city with little water
in a country with dying rivers
in a land with no respect for nature
in a universe that chokes and sputters
in a globe that's going to the gutter
in a system that gives me the jitters
in a world where only the rich get richer
in a life peopled by callous critters
in a market made for the omnipresent consumer
in a channel driven by advertisers
no surprise that nirvana can be found
only in packaged holy water
sigh, what a bunch of nutters
note: this was an exercise where 'world-famous' poet maya gave us a 'prompt' - packaged holy water, and we had to come up with a poem. needless to say, the pathetic state of the world brought forth the above pathetic results. don't enjoy. there's nothing to.
