Strength In Time
A burning Bush which offers no promises,
but shields us from the sun it eclipses.
Gullies of blood have run deep in the ditches,
under war-torn desert skies.
Blood and oil, flowing through the veins
of perpetual toil.
A civilization plagued with siege mentality,
but a stop is coming to this reality.
Whispers of revolution echo throughout the dark -
which enshrouds their hushed speakers.
One day, the darkness will be lifted,
the voices will be heard, the people shall advise.
The whispers will be screams,
they will hear the ...