Waste Land Of Hope

Waste Land Of Hope
© Surazeus
2018 06 22

Mute children wander in hot desert sand,
and the mother holds small child in her arms,
and gray wall divides the light of the moon,
and rusty sign points to the Promised Land,
and fresh water spills from the trembling hands,
and no one sings the American Tune,
and the eagle waits on the cactus throne,
and we wander lost in Waste Land of Hope.

Wind cries the name of the mother who died,
and the old deaf man sits on the wood porch,
and no one calls him on the telephone,
and his son walks through the desert of snakes,
and nine children follow his faint footsteps,
and the empty coke bottle gleams at noon,
and rubber tires grind their skulls in white sand,
and we wander lost in Waste Land of Hope.

The serpent slithers in the timeless sand,
and the candy bar wrapper flaps in wind,
and the white truck races on desert trail,
and Coyote lurks in shadows of fear,
and the farmer aims rifle at the ghost,
and he shoots the twelve-year-old girl in the head,
and the butterfly lands on blood-stained hair,
and we wander lost in Waste Land of Hope.

The television flashes blue at night,
and ravens talk on the telephone lines,
and the yellow dress is torn on barbed wire,
and the searchlight flashes across black sky,
and the devil stalks in black leather boots,
and white choppers patrol the border wall,
and the princess runs across blistering sand,
and we wander lost in Waste Land of Hope.

The barbed wire hums spells in the midnight wind,
and thirty people crouch low as they run,
and men driving trucks surround immigrants,
and guns laugh at heads of women and children,
and Coyote runs in shadows of night,
and agents arrest the woman who smiles,
and her daughter cries in the red moonlight,
and we wander lost in Waste Land of Hope.

Long white tents shimmer in new prison camps,
and agents pull children from arms of mothers,
and teenagers attend large music concerts,
and children in cages cry for their mothers,
and families watch movies in theaters,
and young girls feed mute babies without names,
and white cat lurks in shadows of despair,
and we wander lost in Waste Land of Hope.

The father of nine hungry children sighs,
and cartel king demands he sell cocaine,
and he walks away with proud empty hands,
and five men in the black truck shoot his wife,
and blood of her heart dribbles from her mouth,
and he leads his children on jungle trails,
and the jaguar glides in silver moonlight,
and we wander lost in Waste Land of Hope.

The lone tree waits on the mountain of flames,
and the old blind man climbs the rainbow bridge,
and the turtle explains meaning of life,
and the river flows from the timeless sun,
and the boy writes names in the wind-blown sand,
and the girl recites the names of the dead,
and the old woman gives them pears to eat,
and we wander lost in Waste Land of Hope.