Among the Dunes

You grasp my mind like the last canteen among the dunes,
I yearn to be among angelic beings next to you,
But I am so weak,
Make me strong,
Too scared to speak,

I say that I would follow you,
Over a hill now centuries away,
But day to day I weep,
Pity, as my heart pumps sorrow,
So weak are its muscles,
Make me strong for I’m
Too scared to be meek,

At the end of the day I care,
About the rope around my neck,
But never when it matters most,
When there is anonymous torture among the ignorant.