All of us are the children
Of parents who did not like the land.
So they all met one day
And built a colossal raft by hand.
This was Hydropolis,
They christened it by setting it out to sea,
My mother took all her belongings,
Her clothes, her gear and in her belly, me.
We moved by the bolero of the tide,
The other kids and I,
We used to watch the waters scintillate.
Across the Pacific, Atlantic we did glide,
And for food to get by
We used to fish, I got to put the bait.
They took large water tanks,
Strictly for drinking, every drop,
And the need for refills on the land
Was the only excuse to stop.
Money for water, money for bait
Was gotten from
The sale of fish we never ate.
We saw many a wonder,
A tigress sunset reflected
Upon a sleepy-time twilight.
The sky being rent asunder
By a thunderstorm erected
Along a wake-up-afraid night.
Hydropolis kept getting bigger
And extensions to the raft were made,
More people kept moving in,
To not work, almost everyone stayed.
And we were children born into Hydropolis,
Not knowing what outside life was about.
But we never kick up much fuss about it,
Never cry, never sob, never pout.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fantasy-children-of-hydropolis/
