I watch it flow;
down the stream our potential goes.
It whispers quietly from ear to ear,
although it seems I am the only one who can hear.
What happened to this consensus—
was it he, or she, or did we invent this?
Because that’s what we say,
but when it comes to it, it’s child’s play.
You ask me what I mean when I say “our”;
I tell you: community as a whole holds great power.
It’s what we use it for that matters;
instead it’s always weak and constantly shatters.
I watch it go
piece by piece, on what will blow.
So let us cry out, and shout
before it’s too late—we become the drought.
Emma Sinton – Year 10
