Dust

So much for so little The earth yields in return We can’t give back what’s taken The bridges that we’ve burned We’ve reaped it and we’ve raped it This promised land for lust Now there’s nothing left to show But these miles of dust There’s fire in the distance We seem so close to hell The soil fed with bloodshed Where the mighty giants fell Too late for saying sorry When there’s nothing left of trust It still won’t mean a damn To these miles of dust No match for human hunger The earth will die for sure Not a breath to stir the ashes Though we knew our thirst was pure So much for modern miracles While the old ones sit and rust It still won’t mean a damn To these miles of dust.