Boundless, the breathless desert
Summons each grain to a voracious feast
Lifeless the grasslands lay scorched to death
Voiceless the spirit of the sand
Places a curse of fury
And a notice of banishment
On the sons of the sun
Soundless the hooves drum
Ordained to posses wherever it treads
For the soils are theirs
And the fullness thereof
Sparkless will the skies be today
For the swarm shall graze
Be it blood or foliage
Heartless the Mbororo raids
For milk is thicker than blood
Bleats esteemed over a deathless childish babble
Worthless a soul is to beef
Mindless a graze is claimed
Under the ruthless watch of violence
Another night yet another songless dirge
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