Wednesday, May 11

* *Desert Child * *

I was born of the desert
A flower of the sang
Queen of the Harem
Lover of the Sultan

But no more a rose
Of my people
All that died
The strangers came

The sands were washed
With the blood of men
The sky turned red
With tears for our deaths

They rose from beyond the dunes
They took all our land
Took away our jewels
Took away our men
Took away our lives
Took away our dreams

We had thousands
They had few
But our horses were no match
For their drills

We were beaten, we were chained
We were driven from our land

Did You witness the destruction
Did You cry, did You weep
Where were You? Where are You?

As our kingdom fell to ashes
Did You help, did You try
Where were You? Where are You?

I was born of the desert
A flower of the sand

Now a flower no more.

Thus quoth Joie at 8:51 PM