Loadshedding spoils the wedding
I planned for the cousin
Long, long time spreading
The wedding news by the dozen.
Loadshedding snatches fun
From grandson whose cartoons
No longer to he can trade for a toy gun
Dreaming instead of risible ratoons.
Loadshedding steals my routine
In the morning waking up in the dark
With neither paraffin nor oil in the tin
Where happiness can no longer spark.
Loadshedding worsens deforestation
When charcoal burners chop down trees
To promote climate change infestation
To devastating degrees.
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