Whispering in the Dust

Whispering in the Dust

The dried land cracks and parts under the brutal sun
Cruel voices are heard as heavy boots march across the land
Unnamed forces move into our lives as we listen from inside
Whispering amongst ourselves about this uneasiness we feel
As dark clouds gather and truth rains down to drown us in our apathy.

C.R. Coombs 2006