My city was a gem.
An Egypt in the Chihuahuan Desert-
A friendly place that never condemns-
Is now forever on alert.
A flower in the bitter sand,
We thrive in a world where even the insects kneel.
And from this tired land,
We learn to laugh and cry and feel.
On the Arrival of the last month of growth,
A Seth arrived to toss my people into their casket.
He took out his anger on those he most loathed,
Then suddenly quit,
Uncaring of our panic.
My city is a gem,
An Egypt in the Chihuahuan Desert,
A united front against the storms of contempt,
And will not lie inert
Against the battery of war.