Vanity

Swirling, tossed about, 

Churning in a storm of doubt

Patched ground longs for rain

River turns to waste

Fish takes one final breath

Wriggling to survive fighting death

Dry skies, merciless beats down

As green meadows turns brown

Death Death Death

The sun a molten gold

Fury untold

No respite even for the old

Death Death Death

Another life bites the dust

Churning in the storm of doubt

Madness recoils and snatches lives

Love lost will not be found

In this dry desert ground

Death Death Death

Another life bites the dust

Widening, death’s fangs reaches out

All hope lost in this doubt

Death Death Death

Marches unopposed with a shout

Vultures swarm the skies

Love cries

Death Death Death

Love bites the dust

And what remains is

Dust Dust Dust!!!