The dry bones have given up
they continue to seek their shelter
under a barren Sun
while the politicians
reek havoc

they blame poverty
on the penniless poor
and on the wounded warriors
whose feathers have been
clipped on purpose
and by design.

One day the truth will
inhabit the Earth
and shall reign again.
But not until you've suffered
long enough
and have thoroughly listened to
what is true of the plants
the trees the stars the moon
And yes that barren Sun.