that water

So i went and saw a buddy share some poetry last week at a poetry night and i got all inspired, so anyway, here's something i wrote today....still adding things...

Its hot! 100 degrees, please tell me its not
Children scream for ice cream as the ice cream man rolls by in his ice cream van so i scream Man, give me a pop-
sickle, this weather is fickle, they say its global warming but is it a global warning that early tomorrow morning our mourning for our ourselves is misplaced as we seek out air conditioning, but are we listening to the cries of the men, women, & children wishing to be heard not treated like the herd pushed from one district to the next, man this is messed-
up as we drink starbucks, they'd lick the outside of the cup just for some water and we complain cause its hotter while we watch a man ignore his daughter and son we gripe about the sun, when the Son is the one who promises living water for our sons and daughters
how did we miss this? just some hugs and kisses to say it'll be ok, cause we know there is a day coming when our mourning will become rejoicing and our crying will become dancing but we will come to the understanding that its about helping another man sing or are we doomed to repeat the flaws of our fathers and just go complaining cause its hotter. Lord please gimme that water