The scorching sun
Sears the beaten brow
Lack of shadows and shade
Drives hopelessness downward
Facial crevices filled with salt solution
A bitter taste of ordinary thrives
Aches of shouldered burdens
Buckle to a shaky foundation
Ideals crumble and ant hills tumble
Restraint to scream helplessly
Are silenced by roaring tanks
Rat-a tat-tat
Echo over smoke trenched streets
Desert sand stings vision unilaterally
Eroding hope into oblivion
Nothingness flourishes of lip service
Despair is whitewashed in a dry oasis
Mirages waver behind their shadows
Darkness, the new enemy
Huddles with fear with its head in the sand
Boom, boom
New voices with no borders
Edifices crumble to the touch
Piercing eyes harvest hatred
Their beliefs a weapon of mass destruction
So goes a day in the life of the oppressed
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