Shifting furrows in the sand
Shadows painted on the land
Shimmering air lying dead
Across the dunes straight ahead
Heavy mid-day desert heat
Where scorpions and death compete
Barren landscape utterly dry
Vultures searching way up high
Bleached skeletons of man and beast
Still monuments to life deceased
Charred and crumbling piece of wall
Silent tears floating sadly above it all
By the devastating power of the gun
Mankind’s self-destructive force had won