The Poisoning Of The Well

I struggled up and out into a world that I knew best. This island full to full they trudge on past. Our futures just the same the water's not. Of what use are our children to U.S. now? While we slept it reached into our lives. Look to each a stunted bush their curled up leaves are brown, inside out. How best if you were them to keep U.S. down? I have no way to keep and store the acid rain. No one wants your prayer's as children sleep. Trusting them to test what we don't have. Sir: I am poor and being poor, I cannot raise my damaged child and hopeless now, I've more than one. If I raise my fist, they'll just cut it off. Thousands upon thousands of brain damaged children will be placed in prison, their foster care. Mind's once green now brown, will they even know the price they unknown paid? Hot does a poisoned person think? The clock slows down and backwards wound and some will never know for them it's now to late.