Broken Pitcher

Cracked on the first selfish sight

Solemn stitcher

Your broken pitcher

.

Filled with tear drop charity

Aghast on sights of jealous cruelty

At the plains of many, a ditcher

.

Deafening their thirsty murmurs for mercy

Drowned by their self seeking miserly

.

Solemn stitcher

Your broken pitcher

Water in weighted whites

.

Wash these hiccuped heights

Before they wither and wilt in regret

Maimed by their own meager might

In their fleeting feating fret

.

Drown out their self seeking miserly

Quench their thirsty murmurs for mercy

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