Desert Storm
The dehydrated dirt plain,
With cactus flower skulls,
And clumpy, concrete bones,
Thirst for a blood rain…
A diamond back shakes its faith,
And wolves lift their howling smile,
As a vulture feast on the already dead,
That are dried of living waters…
The phoenix takes to flight,
And soars over the plain,
Giving life to the bodies,
With silent falling sparks…
The blood-waters flow,
And the Earth finally drinks,
Tasting the bitter-sweetness of victory,
Thanks to the storm man has created…
When man is gone,
The Desert Storm will be too,
And the Earth will thirst once again,
But it will survive…
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