Down Here Poem by Abdalla Juma Shenga

I envy those who live high up the montain
Because down here its terrible
In this low altitude
The sun burns the hottest
Up there in the snowy peaks
The sun burns mildly
Rain comes things get worse
Flash floods from the montain
Cascade furiously upon us
Dirt from the mountain sides
Rush and accumulate down here
And then there is the sewarage
Slowly slithering down
This poisonous snake
Stinks our playgounds
And its smelly venom
Mixes with our springs
Where we drink to our deaths

Down here its terrible
But they make it unbearable