Winter Breeze Poem by Relebohile Molale

The world turns grey and leaves on trees amend to dry
Tears freeze hard when one begins their cry

It's the season of the brave the warm heart-ed live in summer
The cold is trapped within us crops have died and left their farmer

There is nothing to harvest so hunger falls to hit the nation
It's sad seeing my people left to beg on every station

But then it is what it is if it isn't then it's fib
Ink flow towards the bottom producing facts with a nib

Authorities are oblivious to the fact that we famished
Beneath the food chain is where we reside and have never been missed

As long as they well catered for who are we to catch their heed
A wretches cry receives no sympathy whenever he mentions to feed

So all ends with us in this world to deeply freeze
As we trying to tackle life in this frigid winter breeze.