A well full to the rim
With the promise of life
Which bankers bled dry
Leaving not a drop to trace
While they rub dirt in our face
During this hydrological drought
It takes a lot longer
For them to notice
We are dying of thirst
We cannot wait any longer
For them to do what's right
We'll have to fill the well ourselves
But first we must fight
For our lives
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