Drought

The African plane was a dry arc

With sickly, pale prey

The starving swarms of vicious beasts

Were thinner everyday

Precious grains of scratchy sand

Allowed the scaled heat

But none of this had helped them much

With nothing left to eat

They suffered such with killers out

They couldn’t sleep a blink

To walk about in deathly drought

Without a sip to drink

It wasn’t just the animals

That felt the deathly pain

The people’s thirst and starving tears

Were greater than the rain

There was no love or man to man

Sadly dead was mother

One begins to wonder why

They didn’t eat each other

-Bianca Gain