Drought

We watched your shores recede
Your wells dry up, your rivers turn to sand
We kissed your desiccated lips
And felt the coarseness of your hands
Your fields were withering
Your fruits had lost the sweetness they once had
Starved of your nourishment
We questioned what we'd done to be so damned

Back and forth until the rain clouds come

Despite the glare of your unsympathetic Sun
We fought to see
The shifting contours of the dunes
That gave your shape a poetry
Long after sunset we lay freezing
And abandoned on the plains
We dreamed of luscious foreign lands
And drank imaginary rains

Back and forth until the rain clouds come