Chairman Meow, by Daniel Smallegange

In the Dust Bowl

In the dust bowl
There aren't enough
Able bodies or Cains
And masked ones remain
Throughout the landscape
Innocence is lost
My heart for an ounce only
Of metered revenge
There aren't enough
Bodies able
To dance for rain
Amongst the withered cane
My heart only for
A moment in time
Throughout the landscape
Masked ones remain
Lost in hope
For innocents to sacrifice
In prayers for rain
In the dust bowl

By: Daniel Smallegange