I DON´T WANT SUMMER:

This year I don´t want summer to come,

Spring is fine with her soft breezy hum,

Autumn is welcome with its crispy hues,

Winter, in her silence is best for the muse.

I don´t want summer this year.

 

Summer with its sweat & cruel burning heat,

A drum that never stops its incessant hot beat,

Its lighting of strobe, hurting sore searing sight,

Blistering skin to red, from its delicate white,

I don´t want summer this year.

 

Summer seeping all energy & so cruelly insane,

Stripping corporal dignity, leaving desiccated pain,

As soldiers marching through rum sodden heads,

Causing drought & destruction wherever it treads,

I don´t want summer this year.