Man in the sand <br />wearing a cloak <br />rags and scrap cloth <br />seethed as he choked <br />on tears of anguish <br />on the thick, dark smoke <br />coming from home <br />to me, wind spoke <br /> <br />of a terrible crime <br />of broken dreams <br />of mothers' cries <br />and children's screams <br />of families, gone <br />for what it seems <br />pure suffering <br />what hatred brings <br /> <br />Man in the sand <br />a dark cloud loomed <br />the sky was ablaze <br />and the thunder boomed <br />Alone and in pain <br />he knew what he'd do <br />revenge must be had <br />yet he had no clue <br /> <br />for dark times came <br />as night and day <br />and try as he might <br />still would he stray <br />from the path he followed <br />so he kneeled to pray <br />to promise the world <br />those who did this, would pay <br /> <br />He found not the men <br />who kidnapped his wife <br />not a trace of the ones <br />who took his son's life <br />Not a dropp of rainwater <br />or a mere hunting knife <br />to fight for survival <br />to end civil strife <br /> <br />But on his last leg <br />exhausted and weak <br />he took his last breath <br />and fell off his feet <br />for this moral blight <br />was too tough to beat <br />Man in the sand <br />may you now rest in peace<br /><br />William Blake Beckett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-in-the-sand/
