By Miles
Beautiful Sahara
Of brave men and courageous
Women,
I know for the good of you
There’s a price
We all got to pay
But I have given my say
My pot of gold gone
Sacrificed my daughters
Given up my sons
Yet in you is peace denied
Beautiful Sahara,
See how my brothers art
Turn for war
Using teeth as swords
To devour the needy from
Among men
Nothing matters anymore
Only inevitable cries
Of longing hearts
The piercing cries of spilled
Blood
And the bitter consequences
Of a torn veil
Beautiful Sahara
Violence in you is not an option
Never a noble cause
Destruction awaits thee
My brothers are for war
Despite the mansions
I have traded
The wealth with which I have
Parted
Their hearts fears nothing
Their conscience feeds no guilt
Beautiful Sahara,
They have torn thy pinnacles
Of have
Burning them down into ashes
Tension and terror now
Represents
Soon the evil spoken will come
From amidst our words
It will descend
Beautiful Sahara
Our home
I’m terror-stricken
As I watch the ladder
Breaks down
And collapse
But I pray for you
I wont give up on your
Case
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