Save The Wasatch Poetry

Blinded Foresight

When the land is arid

Bare and dry

Only then will these men

Start begging at the sky

Please father

Save us I beg you to try

We have the money

Everything’s about to die

Their knees hit the ground

The one they pillaged and raped

Begging to the sky

To fix the destruction they shaped

The mother weeps below them

The one they cast aside

Her fists bang against roof

She says it’s me that gives and provides

Their knees shake against her banging

They again look at the sky

God why have you done this

Please god oh why oh why

Righteous Dollar Bills

Today I poured coins in my cup

The taps have run dry

I called the governor

And asked him to try

He said don’t worry son

This for the best

The money will save us

This is only gods test

Kate Ward // Toha Studios // All Rights Reserved