The taps are dry

The taps are dry.

 The wells are empty. 

The queues for the boreholes are long, 

Waiting will take more than a day.

Water is reserved for drinking. 

Use the toilet in the bushes. 

The water is dirty. 

We might get sick, 

but what are our other choices?

I dreamt that there was water below us, 

fresh and energized, miles beneath the earth. 

I dreamt someone would come and drill another borehole.

 And we'd finally quench this everlasting thirst.