Angered at Sea

She cannot alter the currents of my ongoing flow

She cannot extract the salt from the banks of my core

She cannot build a dam amidst the pattern of my waves

She cannot install a filter at my delta

She cannot pollute my refined molecules

She cannot bottle and sell what’s left of my pure substance

She cannot sail boats on my undisturbed surface

She cannot see through the murkiness of my reflection

She may be my mother

But she will not change my waters.

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