I taste her on my tongue
her dry bitter taste
and as I choke
does she remember me

Are my eyes turning from red to black
is this you think, part of the sixteenth act
how long this war with you
broken dreams with upside down cracks in you

Red taste of sahara sands
the smell of war so many years past
no, God knows I could not forget
as my land was your land

I taste her, her fury of her land denied to you
and you will feel nothing of her displeasure
Oh this curse on this world, don't you persist
go away if you can't behave, I do taste her

She is our mother
oh is she
your life's all
and starting to reject you

I taste her
I know her
the call of the last
those of the red wild

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris