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"Cold", a Poem by Debra Ayis

Updated: Feb 12, 2022

Cold - Modern Contemporary Poetry


by Debra Ayis

The harmattan* has come

So also have the rains gone

I’m thankful I have a home

To stop me getting chilled to the bone

Even though it’s not as cold as snow

Nor does it present a fragile show.

The selfish of the rich would never mind

If the poor have only rags to bind

Just to keep from freezing

While they try sleeping.

A sad scene I see

Every night on the streets

Where bodies have lost spirits

Right through the night

Before the dawn of light

Where now dead bodies lay.

When the night before day

While lying on side streets

The poor lay forlorn

On ground so like stone

begging for reprieve

Warding off the merciless cold

We don’t need to be told

That something should be done.


*The Harmattan is a season in the West African subcontinent, which occurs between the end of November and the middle of March. It is characterized by the dry...cold... and dusty northeasterly trade wind, of the same name, which blows from the Sahara Desert over West Africa into the Gulf of Guinea. (Source: Wikipedia)

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