by Frances Briggs

The Lord can't help you now.
You pumped and pumped and pumped.
Planted corn in place of less thirsty crops.
You forgot how to farm without the irrigator.
You thought that gift of water
was eternal, immeasurable, endless.
Now those deep wells are going dry.
That water collected through centuries
has been depleted in decades
by mismanagement and greed.

You god-fearing men who farm the land,
perhaps you did give thanks for the water,
but you didn't listen when God said
"You will drink your tears."

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