Water, water everywhere
Enough for everyone if we share.
From coast to coast to every river bend
Teeming ponds and lakes–our fortune has no end.
We ooze out water between our toes
Squirt it in our eyes and up our nose.
We keep it running as we brush our teeth
A short walk to the kitchen, it’s always in reach.
Thank God our politicians have enough grace
to shake our hands and smile in our face
while their back alley deals and hefty “political fees”
ensure our water is relatively waste free.
Unless of course you live in Flint.
Then for goodness sake, keep your mouth shut,
or you will surely be silenced, taken down, wiped out.
What’s important is it hasn’t happened here. (Wait-What do you mean it’s happened in 41 other states?)
How did information like this just disappear?
Never mind all that. Our children are safe. They don’t have to walk for blocks
With containers on their heads and bare feet with no shoes or socks.
They don’t dig in the sand with tiny hands praying they find a muddy pool.
We just turn on a tap and cool water flows whether at home or work or school.
Who cares if more than 7,000 schools have tested positive for lead?
Our children are among the best educated and they aren’t yet dead.
Though now that I think about it, maybe it’s time we should act.
After all I read, one of those schools was close-less than 100 miles down the track.
But wait, I forgot! I live in the Midwest.
Known for its rivers, streams and ponds-they’re the best!
Don’t forget the lakes (we’re bordered by two)-we’re drowning in fresh water,
A veritable play land for every tourist or native son and daughter.
Disaster! Last night’s news curtailed our fun,
And we finally saw what our complacency had done.
Our jeweled waterways, our joy, our pride-
Gone. Sold to the highest bidder.
Oh, America how great thou art
Where anything can be bought or easily got
You truly are the land of water and honey
That is, of course, as long as you have money.
The rest of the rabble, us lowly poor suckers
Must pay the price or else our rights will suffer.
What did you say? The rabble is ninety-nine percent?
But what can we do? Never mind. We’ll follow. We’re content.
© Sara Ackerman 2016