The Winter Wind. Poem by Tony Adah

The invisible winter wind
Slapped our faces
And we bowed to the winter cold
As strangers we dreamt less of this wind
Chattering and phlegm drifting
From our noses hardly breathing well
I wonder the hype
Of travelling away to foreign lands
Leaving the warm embrace of our clime
Still they bluffed us
With the visas unto the claries
Cold has eaten off their leaves
Not even minding our hard earned
Notes stowed in our pockets
Ready to buoy their own economy
Leaving ours shrivelling
Like meadow in the cold.