Unrest brewing, streets swelling, free flowing

Mothers, fathers, elders, fighters – sowing

Boiling point long past, deep breath, let’s go meet

 

 

Nothing is left to lose, it’s time, rally

Strategy, hype, coursing through the alley

Jugs of water overflow, splash the street

 

 

Prepare for the worst, but expect worse still

Heart pumping, fists are rising, not a drill

Just maybe, just maybe we will win

 

 

Visions of taking over the mountain top

The vantage point of dominance atop

Fight until we can feel it in our skin

 

 

Moist earth and grass between our fingers, toes

Gripping and clawing our way up, we rose

Meet us at the water well at high sun

 

Refocus, reinforce and quench our thirst

Water flowing in our favor, dam burst

Protecting us from the fire, undone

 

East to west, the wells nourish us, anchor

Cooling the fire within, the rancor

Stock up now, wet our lips, fill our bellies

 

Because this, this is a new beginning

Leave us all on the mountain top grinning

Meet at the well, low sun, tin cup marries

 

Cheers to the water that carries us through