The Ungrateful

We settled around you,
venerating your presence.
Making our homes
where you let us.


Seeing you dry,
we prayed for rains.
We built pathways
for water to fill up lakes.

You nurtured us,
made us what we are
We flourished
and spread wide and far.

Now we seem
to need you no more
Grabbing even the bed
where you rest and flow

Sorry to push you back
for we grow and grow
We need every inch of land
to house us for we are many more

The waterways
now become motor roads.
Drier the lakes,
more money we make.

Rains we fear
for it floods our homes.
Our cars get stuck,
oh, won't you just go!

Our roads turn rivers,
our belongings float.
As if you remind us
of our smallness and gloat.

We can dig deep
And find you still.
Don't pour here,
find some remote hill.