forecast

unclean

the dry wind speeds by

my neck stiffens

as more cruel words

are tossed about

unwelcoming climate

to hot

to cold

my eyes easily redden

more children are effected

stunted by lack of nourishment

by less rain

by clouds of lies and violence

my head feels full

the sun is strong

and the wind becomes

a storm

more people lose hope

and my hands

become fists