Written by Kevin Clough

Burning earth like Hell’s fire

Embracing the sun,a wife without desire.

Scorched earth, clouds of dust.

Hope and longing becomes disgust.

Farmers cry as cattle die.

Where once proud cattle stood

Now stands hollow eyed bones covered with leather

Wishing to God for a change in the weather.

The earth groans

A depressed farmer moans

Tis the bank that’ll possess the land he now owns

The cries go up

Not a drop to fill a cup

Vegetation once green,now yellow

Raging streams now shallow and mellow.

Give us rain the people cry

How many more destined to die

The clear blue skies join the sun in mocking laughter.

Not a cloud to give good hope

Callous at the land’s disaster

The defeated people cannot cope.

Like zombies, aimlessly they look for

Even a speck of water

But the rains never came

Playing natures cruel games.