Drought
when dusts get dusty
following winds freely
when plants brown adopt
as their national theme
when the herdsmen search
finding no pasture for the starving herd
when the earth's beauty leave
making all desert like
when the farmer heave
waiting like the Christians
Upon a Jesus that says he will come
Then, Drought has conquered
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