crumBled: wait for water

crumBled : A dystopian Screenplay in 2200 A.D.Men climb coconut trees, but are disappointed to find no water in the coconut shell.Women drop their pails in wails of cry,they find no water in the village well.Taps run dry, municipalities say wait; no water they don't tell.Their pellets carry chemical, no water in the chemical, how will they sell?I see no way out, no water, no home, where do we dwell?The dessert oasis is empty,no water, like fire- land becomes hell.I say to my woHman leader, no water, will you wash your hair with gel?Birds and squirrels drink rain-water, yet wehave no water, are we youmans or animal?Mira is still in power, but on the brink. She has survived from crumpled times to these crumbled ones. Trilochan is her army chief of Indiana, but polices only the pompous city of Pompai.A new saviour, a youth icon is born in Panarasi to redeem the lower sections of society from the water crisis. The 'youman race' have no water, no homes, with only fire in their belly.Will there be a new prince to the government throne? Will the wait for water, be over?Have the power brokers and powerful rulers already crumbled?

Pages: 162, Hardcover, Notion Press