Ancient well

It’s an ancient well don’t know its age

May be thousands years or even more old

Fed by springs curated with care

To fill it with water, utmost pure

It had been walled in those times

Only the best could enter it

The sages and the pure bred souls

Rest all lived a damned life

On crumbs and leftovers stale

And whatever the pure’s allowed them

Now the stone wall is, rickety at the best

Water is foul just fingers deep

Stones in the walls are coming loose

Yet the owners worship fervently

For them the foul and stagnant fare

Is still very clear and heavenly pure

Though they say it’s touched by God

Who is almost never ever seen

In case of war or pandemic

Or when people suffer for no fault of theirs

Living on the periphery