On The Brutal Sun Poem by George Samuel

On the sun
We shall work and wither
Under its rising under its going down
Its shining hotness giver of fever
The uncommon harshness bear
The health hazard breath we share
From six and six season in toil
Too harsh for sundry souls and soil
Harsh for distress days to abide
Comes warming sweeping aside
Through timing of weather timing of rain
Four souls blinking for the hottest end
With global warming and man
As cloud and climate change remain
The temporal journey gets odd
Just with a choice to grow old
By every stare the wish to turn away
Our souls are wasted in all works and play
Many from the womb many abroad
Take their stepson the brutal sun