sweet evaporation

carried through a mist of condemnation

bathed in the waves

of what was taken

drained

from political complication

soaked

in a subconscious segregation

slowly drowned

in the pools of deprivation

drenched

with a tool of sinister frustration

the current pulls us away

into a lonesome desolation

where our tears spell out

manipulation

but

quenched a thirst

of inihibitions

washed a slate

of wrong decisions

moisturized a people

to be forgiven

and flooded the land with droplets

to nuture the living

still advantage is taken

like a hurricane

not even the most refreshing molecule

can put out the fire that we have tamed

but when the dam

stop giving way

and we're no longer baptized

in what flowed our way

reverie stops

spilling amongst us

and the lagoons of hope

become hopeless

empty glasses of passions

that once quenched a society to satisfaction

now are the drinks

we've all been lacking

no longer pouring at our hands and feet

but overflowing and starting to leak

in a place unknown

where imagination can only flow alone

a sweet dreamlike ripple and splash

where life took its first cast

only if the river into such an ocean would last

to protest and build brooks

from a diluted past.