The soil is broken with cracks
I see its bloodshot eyes
Chaotic vibrations spawned from a mirage
This is the drought that lies in plain sight
Like a chameleon without its camouflage
Lush forests turned into arid scrubland
Total absence of precipitation
Demise of kingdoms, civilizations decline
Clouds of dust turn skies dark, lodged in residents’ lungs
The well turned hollow and dry, I hear its empty voice
Cross the great river on a dry foot
This is the drought that is grinding you down
Like an everturning mill of desperation would
Drought be the death of us
Dehydration tightens its grip on the land
Drought be the death of us
Scorching is the sun in the reign of sand
Hot is the wind that blows through cadaver eyes
Survival, a non-existent word
Chastised by solar tyranny
Prayers for rain remain unheard
The soil is broken with cracks
I see its bloodshot eyes
Chaotic vibrations spawned from a mirage
This is the drought that lies in plain sight
Like a chameleon without its camouflage.