Poonami
A satirical sonnet about Britain’s water crisis, exposing sewage pollution, corporate greed and the growing fear that even the nation’s rivers and beaches are no longer safe.
Beneath the waves, where sea and land unite,
Corruption taints the water companies’ veins,
Once a symbol of British strength and might,
The shores she sailed from bear their stains.
Fish and chips, ice cream, sweet candy-floss spun,
While yards away, E. coli dwells in darkness,
Amidst the filth, where families seek fun:
Sewage discharges leave a mark relentless.
In these companies’ veins, corruption flows,
Profits above all else, pollution spreads,
Their interests clash with nature’s fragile poise,
A toxic legacy, where greed has led.
So dread the water we drink from the main,
Like living in the Victorian era again.
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