Once upon a time,
beyond a wall,
it didn’t rain every day.
The sun shone and people played.
On the other side,
there was no rain at all,
and people died.
The voice above all walls,
sent a plea to share the rain,
to right the balance wrongly formed,
to save the pain of young and old.
The people on the sunny side, distracted for a while,
heard the voice, understood the plight
of those unfortunate dried up tribes,
and it was quite horrible to see,
so they built a higher wall,
to save their sight.
Something must be done,
said the voice above all walls.
The people on the sunny side have denied the right to life
And it rained for ever more.
The people moaned and cried,
began to slide in mud and slime to the other side,
were horrified to find no rain at all,
none to drink,
none for anything.
The voice above all walls
was truly saddened beyond belief.
No need for walls, just open doors,
came the whisper to the few,
and a people chain was formed,
to spread the word and link the world.
they way they used to do.
And they all gave thanks for water
when it rained