Journeying across scorching sand.
Searching for a strip of healthy land.
For all our hopes rest on discovery.
Not being a part of anothers tragic story.
Those times have come again and again.
We don’t want to be dealing anymore with them.
Its why we set out across the dunes.
All so we could escape those loons.
For safety and security mean the world truly.
Especially after living through endless war.
Recalling the screams, shouts and more.
They return almost every night.
Give us survivors quite the fright.
Yet still we have carried on.
Its just we don’t want to live amongst them.
Those who thought killing was the answer.
Declaring if you didn’t agree you were walking cancer.
What a thing to say to others.
Those who were and are sisters and brothers.
It was as if they hungered to kill.
Ensure others guts did spill.
Senseless madness born from greed.
Too often it has been the creed.
A decision that causes more harm than good.
Purposefully making sure they misunderstood.
And so these sands are where we prefer to be.
Regardless of whether success we’ll see.
For out amongst the dunes we find peace.
Perhaps it is where our hearts and minds might find release.