It was such a tiring journey Over rough and rugged land The little lad was six years old Too young to understand That the water he was seeking Would be filled with germs and waste Not clear or safe for drinking But so dangerously laced He had no shoes upon his feet The water *** immense Once filled with ***** water Far too heavy to make sense But fill he must, his family Depended on his quest So Imari as the boy child Had to do his very best He didn't realise the world Was so unfairly shared That water ran free from a tap Not preciously so spared That children played in water parks Had water pistol fights Had baths and showers daily Drank sweet water based delights No struggles through a barren land To fill a water *** Yet taking things for granted Never blessing what they've got A different world beyond his grasp A different selfish place Where riches and possessions Put a smile upon a face Maybe one day young Imari Will be able to progress But as Mars seems more important I think the world is in a mess.