The well

Once

 

There was a well

Of waters crystal clear

Inspiring

Refreshing

Pleasing

Not owned by anyone

Still belonging

To everyone 

 

Decades went by

And one I of us

Woke

up one morning

Still dreaming

He was 

More 

Much much more than anyone

 

So he did

What no one even dared to think 

before

He stole the well 

From everyone

 

Unconcerned

Uttering nothing

But a mere 

Well🤷‍♀️

Since the well

Wasn’t owned by anyone

 

Complaining 

Only years later

When our taps began to run dry

In the Land of parched

“Thief! It was our well, our sanctuary, our life!

Evil! To hell 

with him!”

 

He laughed, pouring the water down his burning throat, spelling-

“You sold her.

To me.

Yes, it belonged to all of you.

Yet it was not owned by any of you, 

so you still dared to sell, 

to make a damn cent.

Nazdravie Priepasné…”