POEMS FROM DEADLY ENDING SEASON
Why when I think of you
I cry
you land of wood
and water
of sunshine
beauty and
nature
I was brought up
in you
schooled and
moulded in you
you gave me your
language
history
roots
but why when I
think of you
I cry
I see in you
poverty
hardships
people
my people
in a hopeless condition
the young ones
turning to drugs
and corruption
the old ones
suffering suffering
from arthritis and bronchitis
with pains here pains there
weak tired overworked
I see the people
my people
driven to hillsides
mountains
to subservient farming
their children living on animal diet
stopping where they were born
hungry
why do I cry
when I think of you
you land
country
a tourist paradise
and my people's hell.