Mar 2019
Saharan Observations
I watched him, drinking from a plastic bottle
where I struggle to find water.
They come every year, grim-faced, rich;
disconnected from this landscape,
they rejoice in overcoming two weeks pain
to gain bragging rights in some distant bar,
just a radio call from a carοΏΎand we fight our land with bare hands and
calloused feet.
Well 'tablet man' you don't see me,
hunched against the savage stinging sand,
face furrowed by struggle, worsened by weather,
rough edged, inelastic and defiant.
I watched him, swept up by some 4x4
to leave our sand to us again once more
and renew his acquaintance with hotels and plastic.
They disrespect us with sympathy and ignorance.
I watched him, drinking from a plastic bottle
where I struggle to find water.
They come every year, grim-faced, rich;
disconnected from this landscape,
they rejoice in overcoming two weeks pain
to gain bragging rights in some distant bar,
just a radio call from a carοΏΎand we fight our land with bare hands and
calloused feet.
Well 'tablet man' you don't see me,
hunched against the savage stinging sand,
face furrowed by struggle, worsened by weather,
rough edged, inelastic and defiant.
I watched him, swept up by some 4x4
to leave our sand to us again once more
and renew his acquaintance with hotels and plastic.
They disrespect us with sympathy and ignorance.
