Desertion

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Desertion

I left my love for tropical sand, Yet found myself on deserted lands. Though I yearned to hold her hand My soul grew peaceful on shifting sands.

Signal fires at first I lit, But after months I began to quit. Hope is nothing to even spit Yet slowly rain begins to drip.

Hammers of the Gods smash And pummel my land with bits of trash. How can we have produced this mash Of greed and malice to fill our stash?

When will man begin to learn Of the tender care our Mother yearns? Soon the virus will be burned; The fever breaks, the punishment stern.

Posted May 8, 2018, 3:22 PM UTC