What happened to the Land of Hope?

My tears pound on the dusty river bed;

The moisture just disappears like smoke.

All the hopes and dreams of this land,

Dried up for the lacking actions of a man.

How do you water the dessert?

How do you revive the life that was?

You don’t. You can’t, you don’t.

Try to force it to grow, but it won’t.

Fertility is gone, for lack of sustenance,

A flood would not bring back existence.

The river dried up, it’s now a grave,

Nothing left to do, it can’t be saved.

Ah life goes on and we all adjust;

Prickly cactuses replace the trees,

Vultures instead of chirping birds,

Searing wind replaced the herds.

It’s now the lonely Land of Bitter and Jaded.