Many Hues
By Rafael R D
Published 15 June 2022
The reddish sands sweep
through the hot, arid air of
the ancestors land
The people lived southeast, on
sands of many hues
lived as water, earth, wind, beast
In harmony with
all around them, many sought
to destroy their land
And the ways in which they lived
served them not in the
volatile, envy fuelled rage
The landscape was left
charred and marred, the many hues
lost, forever gone
Earth cried out to its
people but its sad
mournful wails fell unto deaf ears