A Lament of Water
You seek me on far distant planets,
knowing I signal life.
Yet you who need me abuse me,
In hideous measure
Through ill-tended pipes.
At least one third of me, treated,
ensuring I'm drinkably pure,
is lost as I pass, through the mains, to a tap;
‘tis profligate! That's to be sure.
So whilst others struggle collecting
me, trekking to worrying source,
you have no concern for what you can't see,
that from stricken pipeworks
I constantly burst.