The African plane was a dry arc
With sickly, pale prey
The starving swarms of vicious beasts
Were thinner everyday
Precious grains of scratchy sand
Allowed the scaled heat
But none of this had helped them much
With nothing left to eat
They suffered such with killers out
They couldn’t sleep a blink
To walk about in deathly drought
Without a sip to drink
It wasn’t just the animals
That felt the deathly pain
The people’s thirst and starving tears
Were greater than the rain
There was no love or man to man
Sadly dead was mother
One begins to wonder why
They didn’t eat each other
-Bianca Gain
Yikes! Grim prospects indeed for those affected. Very thought provoking.
Thank you!