Beautiful bird wails for the
fall of its nest,
Crushed by the hidden foot of
boots across the mountains.
The abode is empty of beings,
Souls engaged to the layer of the
dust by the fiery fist of carnage
amidst the beast.
Hope of their slaves burn across
the limited wall of thorns across the
cave.
Freedom blown to the wind,
cease to flow in the clouds of
space until another season
breathes.
The root rust within the broiled
clash;
Cracks of deceit across your soil
of integrity,
Spilling its rotten seeds to your
trees of broken branches.
Sunrise across your hills, oh Sahara,
lights would shine across your
mountains in the morning.
Shadow fades away thy misery,
The beauty and comfort of your
Prime are open across your abode
oh, Sahara!