Minefields surrounded our fishing boat like a clan of pirates
Emerging from the ground's surface they left the sand so vibrant
Never planned for violence, just wanted to stand in silence..
Smiling, holding hands in bind with the sea's stance inside us
Then the clouds blackened, our nerves crashed when they approached
Ocean roaring loud, maddened.. left all of our hope bashful at most
Waves abandoning their posts faster than nature tackled the ropes
She threw in the towel.. what's left waiting was a stack full of notes
Written on them were words that provoked new ways to survive
As I gazed at the first line, it read..
"Nature's at your throat, find shade for her crime"
It wasn't enough.
I was the lone survivor, alive but slain, deprived and sunk
It's been a month..
..and I already salvaged what was left on the boat
Hesitant on setting forth into the desert 'cuz I question my hope
It was always a lot easier just to go fishing off of the back too
Now I hunt, wishing on something living to put an axe through
Starving mad.. I followed tracks though the sand one by one
Left me ontop of a carcass, deceived my plan's untied tongue
My ideas gained a voice but not until I shaved the noise
Talking to myself in shame like sustained pain it's myself I annoy
Screams echoed across the dry land waiting on an answer
I know I won't get one, no patience.. left pacing like a dancer
Only there is no beat, just me choking.. strangled by the lasting heat
Hoping my ego speaks before its soon dangled by the captain's seat
What was once the tame Indian Ocean..
..Is a desert's pain, singing and boasting
Poking it's own patience, mingled emotion
Baiting mass slayings for a single devotion..
To hinge it's hopeless souls on death's door
Just to revoke our roles and concepts more..
..than ever before, to detour what we've forced..
into Nature's habitat and onto our lovely courts.