From behind the dust
Into the skies
My brothers
They sang lullabies
Exposing the dark-
ness of our lust
That made us laugh
And made her cry
The cry of
Varicose veins
Tongues twisted
Unopened eyes
All we ever wanted
Was to claim the
Land as ours
All she ever needed
Was a generation to
Carry her along
But we as she are
Behind the dust
Under the greying
Empty sky