and the gentle  desert song
reaching out and thru

with visions of a spendor and grace
unto

our abandoned  boys and girls
  fed  with visions of war
and hate

....
.....

the road is long
there is no turning back

there is no going forward
there is only abuse

of every sacred song
every sung

----

the desert heat beneath the holy sun
the  mild  desert fresh scented air

the poison of war that is everywhere


-------

the gentle people
and the hate

a simple marriage
forced by "the kings"

powerlessly puppeted
we repeat

what it is
we are told to say
---
---

somewhere...sometimes

maybe "here"
"today"

the sleeping people
will come awake

and maybe
it might be you

once again holy
once again true
--
--
and the gentle desert song
reaching out and thru

with visions of a spendor and grace
unto

our abandoned  boys and girls
  fed  with visions of war
and hate

....
.....