Watered down dreams

It rained, it poured

On sun-scorched streets

The ashes of a million dreams

Kicked up as the drops fell

A sole soul

Sitting in the darkness

Huddles against the downpour

Shielding body and possessions

The wisdom of the known and the yet to be known

A division in the mind of the wicked

Wasters

Wasters of resources, precious and pure

Yet the knowledge

They lacked or possessed

Never could unfold

The dreams

The dreams of the huddled masses

Shielding body and possessions

Food

A book

Some refuge

Collected from the deluge

To quench the parched

For when the sun strikes down again

And dries up

Watered down dreams