The confluence of human needs,
With that of human charity,
Creates a plankton breeding ground,
Of hard work and hilarity.
Some desperate, some talented,
Ambitious some, some plain relieved,
All have arrived, post diligence,
Complacent some, some still on heat.
Years of toil have brought forth spoils,
Yet spoiled their prospects elsewhere,
Avast! For this might still repair,
Their previous drought of humanity.