Deserted, Deserter feels Desolate in Desert
Made, From relentless - ruthless - use
Of rich lush land.
You couldn't see my ravaged frame,
They concealed with: Abundance.
Of first rate crops.
They couldn't see me suffer,
Bleeding. drying... vitality drained,
Like a old man - emaciated.
Of machines, crop, and money earned,
Ignited their hungry gaze.
All that had left nothing - me,
Nor 'hind as only dust remained.
Hot. Dry. Cold. Bare.
Stands before an vacant home,
His fingers bitten by the cold.
Eyes up, tonight.
Milky Way cuts through the sky,
A permanent scar -that resides-
Deep in our hearts.