Draught. Poem by Josey Alfred

Eagles fly, close to the roof of earth,
And scan the movement, down on earth,
To choose a prey, that suit them most,
But alas! life seen deserted, lost.

Creatures on earth, look not in mirth,
For they too, search for daily bread,
To keep alive, yes keep alive,
They want to live, not to turn to ghost.

Time is now bad, for life withers
with the south wind, its fiery blast
Lakes and ponds, dried up, Alas!
Scared all creatures, hide in deep holes.

The still alive seem scared so much,
As food is now scars, the summer burn!
It takes great toll, of life-on earth
As the vultures smile, 'indulge in mirth'
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JOSEY ALFRED.