There will not
Be left
Too
Many
That
Will
Contest
And
Then
We
See
The
Games
Dry
Weary
As
The sun-baked
Summer
Time:
We see
Drought
Parched
Throat
Suffering
And
Pain
But
Greatest
Suffering
The
More
Biting
Pinching
The
Slow
Slow
Game
And
The
Time
Artful
Passes
Passes
Passes
Emmanuel George Cefai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-will-not/
