When the well runs dry...

 

They...
come
in
droves
to partake

Take...
for
granted
mind’s
bountiful seed

See...
those
livin’
lies at stake

Forsake...
the
innocence
of pure need

Needless...
sorrows
abound
space thru time

Enslaved...
to
the
mindset,
shackles freed

Yet...
where
go
leaders
if
the flock dies

Bare...
witness
to
the
suffrage
When...
the
well,
runs dry...