Tell the Arab houris to ignore us

find some other caravan to woo

Old Sahara sits there waiting for us

somewhere in the dunes we'll pay our due.

Skin falls victim to the desert's curses

thirst is like a lover in a cell

camels plod along like heavy hearses

where in all this wasteland is the well?

Star maps fail and leave us there to ponder

nights of ice come mocking with their frost

cut the camels free and let them wander

tracks and sand are one - and we are lost.

Blisters on our hands and on our faces

Sun God takes offence and shows his ire

wander in a circle - no oasis

roasted by the never-ending fire.

Say our prayers and listen to the echoes

feel our spirits boil and rise to sky

leave our bones behind to feed the geckoes

out there in the desert sand we die.

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