The hot barren earth
Drinks of the falling dew drops
Which are of no worth
With the rising sun
The dew drops steam and shrival
And then they are gone
The man prays for rain
His dehydrated body
Praying, waits in vain
The dried bones--bleached white
Strewed round the dry water hole
Glow in the moonlight
They rattle and walk
To the man whose swollen tongue
Cannot scream or talk
They sing songs of death
Soothing the soul of he who
Longs for his last breath
The hot sun awakes
The crows from the branch above
Feed by a dry lake.............S-word.
Drinks of the falling dew drops
Which are of no worth
With the rising sun
The dew drops steam and shrival
And then they are gone
The man prays for rain
His dehydrated body
Praying, waits in vain
The dried bones--bleached white
Strewed round the dry water hole
Glow in the moonlight
They rattle and walk
To the man whose swollen tongue
Cannot scream or talk
They sing songs of death
Soothing the soul of he who
Longs for his last breath
The hot sun awakes
The crows from the branch above
Feed by a dry lake.............S-word.