The promises were never kept
The seeds sown,
But left to the mercy of nature
To huddle and wither and die.

A weatherman's report
Preaching sunshine and euphoria
Proves to be a string of false words
That jingle like cow bells

Hanging on the bulging necks of cattle,
Eyes tilted towards the sky as they are pelted with rain...
The echo of thunder,
A deafening roar,
Of suffocating sobs escaping
captivation.

~ZA