Monday, October 7, 2013

Rain poem


$16,669,000,000,000


Not all rain that falls on the mountain high
will nurture the fertile plain.
From the mountain we hear their cry,
send us more rain.


So, send us the rain
and you will see your rivers, and streams flow.
We can regulate the water on the plain.
Just see our majesty grow.


Watch as the people are drawn to our river,
to partake in our bounty.
Where so magnanimous it makes us shiver.
Our wealth is distributed in every city and county.


On the dry dusty plain I see,
the animals and trees gathered round your shore.
Half your abundance travels to the sea,.
and you curse my ignorance for the needs of the poor.


Jeffrey Schaben
http://thecuttax.com/

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