Incredible heat melts my soul, Virtual peeling my scarlet skin, Blisters erupt from vacant areas, Undressed by sun creams, A touch of sunlight so desired, Now causing internal fires, For so many, For too long,
We all cried in sheer desperation for her solar blessings, Now we are blessed, we cry as lobsters in a cooking ***, Whistling, pretending we are enjoying this fractious tension of children crying as they can't cool down!