Unfaithful Oceans Poem by dana besarani

I'd love to pour a little water from the fountain of my eyes into those restless oceans, which—until yesterday—were thirsty just like themselves, even to reach the sea.
I came,
With tears of gratitude,
Sacrificing myself for all those who were ungrateful.
Yet for a single sip of water,
They shed thousands of tears.
Why is this ocean never satisfied?
Are the colours of tears and water not the same?
Or am I mistaken?
Is the ocean no longer the ocean of the past?
For now,
The ocean's thirst is quenched only by red water, red drops, and red tears.
Dana Besarani