Harmattan
Harmattan is here again!
The air is cold and dry
Gone for the while is
the rain
The children are cold,
hot and so they cry.
Their parents
themselves are on the
brink
Of frustration cos
everywhere is covered
in dust
And scarcely available
is water to drink
Cos the wells are
getting dry and they
have to thrust
And tug at the drawer
to get the coloured
solvent
From the abnormally
deeper well
Which had been made
so by no other agent
But the harmattan dust
that no one can tell!
Harmattan is here but
we are alive
And kicking. As as in
the years past, it we
shall survive!
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