Dust

The sky still burns

At the evening's door

Red, with a dash of blood.

And on the streets

Walk ravaged souls

In the arms of rising dust

It eats the skin, 

And burns the soul,

The dust, it's thick,

The dust, it's old...

A thousand years

On my back it dumps

Right when I learn to stand.

I scream out loud

On the busy street

Just to make it clear

I still exist

But not a soul

Turns back to see

All lost in dust

For eternity.

I look in hope

At the cloudless sky

I hope the gods

Have an alibi

A thousand years

Of prayers behind

And yet the dust

Never dies.

Saba