"You need to trust , have faith "
In what ,where or whom ?
I questioned the vacuum
People had turned to stone
Stirrings stilled , no moan
Whither to go? What to ask?
Wherein lies next survival task?
Stony faces of the living
No speech , little feeling
They're dead . Screamed
The molten gold summer skies ,
They're gone , mourned
The howling winds, hovering kites
In a land laid bare, bereft
There is no fear of theft
Providence has given , grain and gain
And it has taken again and again
For thousands of years
Words will fall on deaf ears
Underneath rubble of despair
Stench of destruction , sealed
Till inquisitive hands prise
Apart and display the prize
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