Saturday, April 7, 2012

Beneath the Dust

Waves of dust
From the earth that was opened
By plows and man
For farming
The land would not be tamed

Lives were changed
When the earth reclaimed
The wind and water
For itself

Lives were tossed
Into the whirlwind
Of life
By the dust that rose
Colored black

And no amount of hope
No amount of prayer
Brought back the days
As they were before
The exodus began
And never stopped