this poem elucidates the problems my country goes through only to get a saver water drop ...
am lucky you are able to walk me into the reality of survival and death in a third world country...
where life is a battle field, wild enough to graze the whole world
a drop of water
the only matter
bred with life knots platter
coating rejuvenation starters
down my throat
a life saver boat
armed with life coats
only to nourish me into stouts
a drop so indispensable
respectably valuable
yet so absent
denting the ancient
lack..lack...lack
dark black
i need a spark
to pack
my braincell are in holiday
anytime i get a clear drop
nerve cells in roller-coasters
dancing as blood pump is greased
so as you enjoy in the comfort zone of success and predetermined luxury,...remember you are that answer to africa..where resources is not an issue..and my voice has broken border rules into your documentary...
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