We are currently in our sixth year of drought.
All this to you may seem euphoric
but be assured, it's just historic
no blade of grass, no bird nor beast
can find a crumb, much less a feast.
Where all is dry and sere for years
the land is crying with my tears
the trees are dying where they stand
and drought grips hard upon the land.
The dams are dry,
the gardens dead
we wonder how we'll get ahead
when all there is to eat is dust
yet somewhere, sometime rain it must!
