The Lake's Cry: Help my water.by Vivian Nabisere | 15-08-2022 07:05 |
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Help my water. Don¡¯t drink my water: She is bearing heavy metals and toxins, That she gets from raw agro based industrial outflow, That could kill a baby in your womb, That are draining the fish she contains. Don¡¯t cook with my water: Like blood moving from veins to the heart; In her gathers rain water from surrounding tilled shores, Carrying with it the fertilizers and dung from the earth: That, like cruel intruders, suffocate and break nature in me, That may harm you if taken in. Even the trees of the land, that could, can no longer stop this; They are gone; chopped and burnt down. Help my water: She withers away, Under man¡¯s cultivation and deforestation, Gone is the charm that had pulled multitudes to her in the olden days, That had inspired cries of awe at how fresh an ocean I was: She¡¯s dyed to dark rotting shades of green and brown, Of algae and decay, That symbolize, The start of the cascade to my demise. ............................... This poem is a call from all water bodies to the human kind about the danger of consuming polluted water and to further advocate for conservation. |