What is famine but a country that wants to be a desert
Yet here are souls still with the energy to make love and to produce children
Soldiers and that stupid term freedom fighters
Here they are their mouths dry as a bone
And going to war against their brothers
We do these things and the desert grows before our eyes
The lizard looks up and before the sun goes down it lies dead
So radical is this indifferent land
You can die or you can make love
And if you are clever you can conceal
Your shadow crossing the border

Ronald Rae