'Hot' In My Country Poem by Jacob Jaycee

When the season is come
Men and women already knew
The weather has changed we know
Everywhere is burning in hot breeze

The breeze blow here and there
All that could be felt is hot
The skin becomes dry and fragile

When the wind blows
Dust rise to the air
Moves dirt and leaves into the air
The eyes are forced to shed rivers
And the waters burns up.

At night it grows worse
hot air pours down from the sky
The body pours down water.
What a heat period to endure.